I remember the excitement my little group from colony used to have on Holi. We used to plan and plot against the other gang from the street. Just gulal was stupid and colouring friends silver, golden and with every possible colour which will atleast remain for next 10 days was the goal. The day used to start at the earliest as you have to fill buckets with colourful balloons. But, where is the festival now. The race has taken all the rang or have we stopped looking at the things with the same excitement. The difference can be noted but yes a pinch of Gulal for your loved ones can also take you back in the memories when Holi meant everything and playing it was a sabbatical break from life. I guess it’s very important to stay in the zone where you can always be childish and also to fill colours in each and every moment. .
Leave it all stay in colours and play with colours. #happyholi
The only thing I want to know, how close you are to the world you own. Are you purer than the mornings I breath, or deeper than the nights I dream...
Well, the only valid question I have.
How green are you?