…And then I played Holi( 3 min read)

Holi – even the name pops a hundred tiny color balloons in your heart, right? But within me, I guess, the formula to produce them is missing. I never liked the concept of playing with colors, let alone going out, inviting others to sprinkle some on me. But somewhere up above in the sky, God had been planning to teach me a sweet lesson.

Two years back, on this day, I woke up to a call from my school friend Devina. We had somehow drifted apart with time. When 5 years back we had run into each other on a busy street, I gawked at her hoping to chatter the evening away whereas she ecstatically announced her wedding date and took her leave. Soon I moved to a faraway city for job and that was it – neither I looked back nor she bothered to call out to me.

So when I saw her name flashing on my phone, I was cynical for a few seconds and answered it presumably on the last ring. First thing I said was ‘happy holi’, to which she was utterly nonchalant and instead pleaded with me to meet her. I was taken aback as I had always known her as the most zealous person when it came to any sort of festival. I agreed half-heartedly as the idea of going out on this day made me cringe.

She was miles away as I neared her.

‘Let’s sit inside the cafe…people playing with colors is getting on my nerves, you know!’ I made a face.

She frowned. ‘Let’s stay here for a while…feels good.’

I examined her face for a long time. ‘You look a tad too clean for this day…didn’t you play holi?’

She shook her head. ‘It’s been 3 years…’

‘Why?’

‘Just don’t find…enough time…after…marriage.’ She said, hesitantly and avoiding eye contact.

I could probe further but there was no use. I knew why it took her a good one minute to form that bizarre reply. In fact, a lie. Her faint smile and color deprived face told me what she couldn’t.

At that moment, in her glittering eyes, I could see the reflection of those young girls throwing colors up in the air and dancing on the street. And surprisingly, however much I hated it, I smiled as one of them threw some onto my clothes. I wiped the color off my dress and rubbed my hands over her cheeks. ‘Happy holi, Devi.

And my best friend and her wonted impish smile was back. Despite my thousand excuses and protests, she grabbed a handful of color and threw all of that at my face. ‘Happy holi, bestie!’

I believe she just needed someone to show her who or what she had lost. And that someone was me…unbelievable! Nevertheless, I also ended up making a memory which, much to my relief, makes myself seem a little less crass.


Written by Chirasree Bose

19 thoughts on “…And then I played Holi( 3 min read)

  1. Being married changes life 180 degrees. From having many rights and few responsibilities it changes to having many responsibilities with few rights. This is the truth for many. And more the freedom enjoyed before more will be the feeling of miserable. I could understand your encounter. The first time I met my college girl friend after marriage, though I tried to put up a face but it’s easy to fool others for they don’t ask even if they could see it’s all a lie but friends do probe when they catch your act and I ended up crying during our meeting and she ended up cheering me up. My act fell apart but I was happy that my friend stood by my side despite watching me all messed up. You did the right thing.

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