My colorful Holi Memories

After meeting my close friend Shwetha, my life has changed more colorful. She used to always tell me that we should see our life as a colorful one. In Tamil Nadu, we do not celebrate Holi much like North India. However, I started celebrating after meeting Shwetha.

When she calls me to wish for New Year, she clearly tells the date of Holi for that year. She consistently checks whether we have booked tickets for traveling to their place.

Holi means colorful. She tells that we should always make our life as colorful. On Holi, both of us take a bag of gulaal and visit her friends' house. There were days when we forget to eat the whole day. We forget ourselves on the day of Holi. Our only motive used to be to put gulaal as much as we can.

We left our bag of gulaal once in her place and started walking to her friend's place. It was located 30 minutes far from her house. We were so excited to throw colors on each and everyone in her family. After reaching her home, we realized that we forget our gulaal bag. We both got disappointed. We were not able to buy as we did not have money.

We did not want to enter her friend's house as we were afraid that they will tease us. We were standing near the street corner as were not able to walk back immediately. We were very tired and wanted to take rest. So, we were standing.

We saw a dog coming towards us and left some polythene bag in front of us. It left the place silently. It was a bag of gulaal. We were excited but did not take it for some time. We were waiting for the owner of the bag to come. But nobody turned out for half an hour. So, we took the bag and ran towards her friend's home.

We started throwing the gulaal as soon as we entered. We were playing happily for the full day. When we went to the first floor of their home, we saw a similar dog. We thought they were just looking alike.

When we returned to Shwetha's home, her father told me that whether we were given new bag of gulaal by her friend's family. We were wondering why he was saying that. He told that he had called her friend's house to tell that we had left the bag. They had told that they would take care off.

Then only, we were able to realise that they have only sent the gulaal bag through their dog. Shwetha immediately called her friend's house and her grandma confirmed the same.

Holi is not only about colors and staining. It is also about love and affection we have for people on which we put gulaal.

Shwetha has promised me that she would visit my place to celebrate Holi this year. I am just eagerly waiting for her arrival.

I’m pledging to #KhulKeKheloHoli this year by sharing my Holi memories atBlogAdda in association with Parachute Advansed.