Article: Holi special

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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