Red , Blue , Purple,
which ever color you choose, I am sure
the air was full of laughter and joyful shouts, “BURANA MANO HOLI HAI “
meaning (don’t be offended or bad its Holi).That’s how many parts of India
would have celebrated Holi yesterday.
When you are away from you country, what you miss is the
festivals and the joy along with it, the joy of being with your friends and
family. The mood is so difficult to recreate, but memories are something which
are more than enough to bring the smile on the face, with a bit of a tear
rolling down the eye.
I Miss - The day ,when I
am standing and chatting with my friends, when someone approaches from behind ( I don’t know them ), I can sense them and before I can react
or open my mouth to say something , I am drenched with water and my face
full of all the colors. I would have reacted with anger if it was some other day,
but I laugh instead as its Holi.
I Miss – Roars of laughter, the screams of mirth and the burst
of colors!!!
I Miss - The day when all the barriers are turned down and all
the rules are bent if not totally broken.
I Miss - The day when the children are pardoned for being
mischievous
I Miss - The day when, we keep our differences aside and even
walk up to the enemies.
I Miss - The day where the house is full of stained legs and
clothes dripping with water, the house
where mom’s are shouting ,” straight for the bath “ or “
watch the curtain “.
I Miss - The day when people on the road , (a few who don’t prefer to play ) look around in anticipation that from where some water balloon
or someone would come and throw colors, that ‘ LOOK ‘on their faces.
I Miss - Not being in India. A country, just about every day is
a festival.
Holi is one of a kind
which stands out for its appealing sense of fun. No wonder, it will remain a
unique celebration of high spirits.
What do you miss?
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