Article : Holi special
Written by: Maryada dwibedi
Happy Holi ..
"Ore grihobasi..." Rabindra Nath Tagores' song woke him up at 6:30 A.M.
He rushed towards his balcony while rubbing sleep away from those hazel
orbs. "Shit! My glasses," he muttered as the parade looked hazy. With a
jet speed he ran inside to grab those high power glasses. "Ouch!" He
yelped as his toe collided with the doorframe. He ignored the throbbing
pain as he ran back. At last he stood there, eyeing the parade.
There she walked. With a tray of pink Abir in her hands. He gulped as
that yellow saree vibrated the sun rays. Those lightly reddish lips
smiled at the onlookers. Her dark eyelashes finally lifted towards him.
Their eyes met. He gawked like a lost puppy when she smiled shyly. Her
hand dropped a small pouch in front of his gate as they passed. Her
pouty lips muttered a silent, "Happy Holi." He nodded just. The morning
parade walked away.
He ran out to collect that pouch. When he opened it, there was handful
of Abir and a small chit, "Jani, tor pochondo na eisob. Kintu, ektu
lagas gale. (I know, you don't like All this. But, apply some on your
cheeks). Happy holi."
The morning sun witnessed a bright pink face of a beautiful boy. It was
not any colour. It was his glowing affection for that girl. Yah. It was
"Happy Holi."
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