On the happy occasion of Holi, I like to start this blog of mine with some colorful experiences of my life. I came from a joint family (so rare in these days na?) where each and every bonds of relation got the touch of colors. On my childhood when life was full of enthusiasm, we just took out our old and worn out cloths and ready to add color to those dresses. Those were the days! With my uncle and aunties we just made devastation on our house. All the floors were full of colors. After sometime of the tsunami had started we could not recognize each other as our faces are all covered with colors, red, green, blue, yellow, golden, silver, purple, black and all the colors one could see.
But now when life is divided only two colors black and white, I need those days to be back again. I want all my uncles, aunties, sisters, brothers and friends to be united. I know that this is not possible, not for a day. But we love cherish those colorful memories each and every day of our lives.
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