A decade has passed by, Still feels like yesterday, When I grabbed my bag, And wandered into the unknown. Though every single day, I thought about you; Though never expressed, The feelings suppressed inside. The color of festivals, Bring back those memories, Still fresh and vivid in my mind, Like it was yesterday. The days when my dad's voice, Used to wake me up, And scolding from mom, For staying awake till late. When a week before, Preparations used to start, When we were always ready, To strike a war. Pockets filled with color packets, Hand holding our gun. Dodging every single splash of water, That came our way, Nudging people to make way through, To the den of our friends. Holi was only a reason, To celebrate the togetherness... Shirts were torn but not a single scratch, Faces were colored yet no respite, Unless we were satisfied coloring our small world, There was no going back. Once back at home, We were welcomed with a plate of delicacies; Pua and chicken used to be my fa...
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