Red, Blue, green, yellow, Pink,
[purple and I lost count as I looked on at the countless vibrant dunes of colors
in the shop. ‘Holi’ the day of the colors is here and it’s a nightmare to be
out on the street on this day. They won’t leave any one out, and no one knows
an escape from the clouds of colors that rise from every nook and cranny of the
street. It is mayhem and its totally unpredictable. It’s the one day you regret
ever making friends as you don’t want them anywhere in a one mile radius near
you. You don’t have a single safe place to hide safely from their sinister intentions;
they infiltrate everywhere including your bedroom. The streets are the worst,
you have no idea from where a bucket full of colored water will hit you and you
have no escape from the rogue pichkari bearers running lose on the streets and
what not. You are under street from the
two foot toddler and they are more dangerous and reckless than their adult
counterparts.
In short it is a wonderful and
colorful day to live and its one hell of a festival to be part of. The celebrations
are heart warming and the sense of brotherhood reverberating. Huh! I can hear
the foot steps of my friends approaching my door now and guess what I have a
surprise planned for them. Poor chaps they are expecting to a me hiding carefully
from them and they are in for a surprise.
Happy Holi and let the colors
lose and the spirits free.
PS: I have to see their faces! He!
He! He!