A holi to remember
Holi was just a regular festival of colors for all of us
spent with our families and neighbors with joy and love. But this time our
experience changed the meaning of it within the dictionaries of our heart. A day before holi struggling for a place to make this beautiful festival happen we ended up making a crazy plan buying 30 kg of dry color (gulal) and cheap clothes from the flea market of chamba. carrying these bags full of goodies to our hotel , we also submerged our adventurous excitements within those sacks and kept it aside. Kicking with exciting ways to play holi we finally landed upon an outrageous destination to play this festival “KHAJIAR “ where the ground was covered with ice and surrounded by chilly breezes, but we knew we were about to make some warm memories to be carried with us forever ..” it was definitely a holi to remember” . the day of festival arrived and it killed us with its joy , shivering with cut sleeve clothes in a temp of 5deg yet we continued to paint each other with the sacks of gulals .. we freezed freezed and freezed from tipy toes to head but we didn’t stop our heart throb and continued to throw ice and gulal at each other without any fear of falling sick.. “we can never forget this holi for real” we looked at each other and screamed …. We sat in a corner sipping ginger tea and gulping maggi ,spinning the camera in our eyes across the land to capture the beautiful spots of colored ice marked by us by beautiful colors we used to play this colorful festival. We ran and slipped across ice with our bodies painted , we jumped and pushed each other in ice cold water nibbling our teeth , while the tourist just stood by and watched the joy I bet they might have the desire to be a part of us as they flashed their warm smiles at us … I might have played holi every year but this one is something that I will always slip out of my tongue in talks forever ….
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