This morning, I woke up & almost blurted ‘Osa…’. The ketchup stared back at me with tangy cruelty, it then dawned on me that it’s 2017, sorry 2018. For a second there I was back in highschool, still filled with sunshine, hope and best of all, love. I could relive that day as if it were just yesterday……..
I woke up to colors, laughter and water. It was all very happening, rushed even. While, everyone prepped for the day, I prepared to meet her. It wasn’t easy to meet the other gender in our school, we shared the same building – but we had a kitchen to keep us at ‘arm’s length’. Anyway, I called her down, I filled my hands with purple, eyes with hope – the only ingredient missing was the courage to run across to her. Breaking the rules is always okay (fun even) but entering the girl’s hostel is – brave. She danced into the dining area as I watched her hair bounce while she dodged her friends – she smiled (not necessarily at me, but I’d like to believe that she smiled at me) – my heart pounded hard against my chest. I paced through the kitchen, pushing the bus boy aside (who watched a real life love story in awe) – both hostels paused their festivities for a moment to simply watch, to feel love. I, tenderly, applied purple to her smooth cheeks – & she returned the favour in green – a kiss on the forehead. A moment of peace in a lifetime of chaos. She was a storm, windy and adventurous but she was my storm. I heard the Warden’s heavy footing approach us, my eye contact with her broke as fear filled them. I ran back to safety. My kind of Holi. Happy Holi ♥️ A bshubhamb Special 🎀