"A festival of colors,
celebrating arrival of spring,
also symbolizes love & friendship,
a playful, yet divine love story."
followed by many generations,
an opportunity, to be together,
yet, things changes with time,
from social or personal compulsions.
And I went down in memory lanes,
reminiscenting my childhood days,
waiting impatiently for this moment,
playing our Holi, in full fervor.
With no distractions and obligations,
communities too accepting this culture,
we had no distinction or comparision,
be it our friends, families or strangers.
We prepared with dry colors,
filled water balloons, made things better,
running around, smearing on faces,
or threw balloons over the passersby.
Even in our mock fightings,
being competitive in our smudging,
if things ever get more heated,
we would shout...
Don't feel bad, it's Holi !!
Getting tired of all running,
we return for some snacking,
with poori, bhajiya, vada and dosa,
with mouth watering sweet dumplings*.
(* Gujia and Gulab Jamun)
It was those moments of gatherings,
where neighbor met, sharing greetings,
the atmosphere felt joyful and ecstatic,
forever remaining etched, in heart & mind.
A very happy Holi to everyone. :)
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