Purple

He was walking briskly and something caught his eyes. It was half done graffiti. He felt the colors were amazing. He just couldn't take off his eyes. One stroke of color was standing out and was too mesmerizing, he felt. But he did not know the what's that color called. He looked around to see if he can get an answer. There was an elderly women in her own pace. He asked her to help him with the name of the color. Annoyed, she went with him to check and in instant she just said, "that, that's purple" Suddenly he felt his enthusiasm wane out rapidly as he uttered "hmm... purple" and off he was on his way