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COLORS
Holi?
I don't know what people find well about this festival. It's just colors and colors everywhere, splashes of water, dancing people, colored people, and happy people. What is possibly good about it? Who loves' colors anyways? And who gets happy being colored? Isn't it the most stupid thing in the world, getting colored and being happy about it?
I don't know what people find well about this festival. It's just colors and colors everywhere, splashes of water, dancing people, colored people, and happy people. What is possibly good about it? Who loves' colors anyways? And who gets happy being colored? Isn't it the most stupid thing in the world, getting colored and being happy about it?
I don't like colors, I don't like getting colored too and I don't like when people try to color me. Colors scare me, those bright shades of a hundred different colors they push me away, I push them away and maybe that's why I pushed her away too!
She was also like this festival of colors, so colorful. She was so many shades of bright painted all at once. Hue colored, the bright red for her love, the yellow for her friendship, green for her peace, blue for her free spirit, she was a palette of colors.
She loved holi, she loved playing with the colors, splashing the multi-colors everywhere, she enjoyed spreading her inner colors. She looked so beautiful; she looked beautiful even when she was painted in those annoying holi colors.
I used to love her but she was a rainbow and I was afraid of colors. And she was someone so multihued. How could I have ever loved her completely, for I had always been scared of colors!
Her multi-colors appeared so attractive at times, I felt like touching all her shades, getting their essences, getting lost in her hues. But I was always unable to conquer my fears. I once tried getting close to the colors, I reached for them and then there was again my chromophobia. She tried her level best to get me painted, I remember how she ran after me, trying to get me colored in that bright red and all she returned in received was a heart break. After that even she stopped trying.
Each day I think, how it would have been getting colored in those enormous bright shades, to dance on those cheerful songs, to get wet in those splashes of water, to get colored in her' shade of red' and to be happy.
How it would have been, getting woken up by her kiss each day, getting colored in her colors each day and celebrating my holi' each day!
For she was a palette of colors and I, a canvas devoid of colors, what a wonderful painted we could have created, if only I wasn't scared of colors.
If only...
How it would have been, getting woken up by her kiss each day, getting colored in her colors each day and celebrating my holi' each day!
For she was a palette of colors and I, a canvas devoid of colors, what a wonderful painted we could have created, if only I wasn't scared of colors.
If only...
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He may not be the brightest crayon in the box, but he's still my favorite color!
-Manika S
Kyunki Saas Bhi Kabhi Bahu Thi 2
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