THE IMPERFECT PERFECTIONS

•∆18~𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬

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Taniya's voice echoed through the house, her impatience palpable. "Aditya, you've been in that closet for over half an hour! What's taking so long?"

"Just a second, Nia! I'm coming," Aditya called back, his tone a mix of frustration and amusement.

"I've been waiting for 'just a second' for the last thirty minutes, Adi," Taniya retorted, her foot tapping rhythmically on the floor.

Finally, Aditya emerged, donning a maroon kurta that shimmered under the light. Taniya, in her beige traditional suit, sparkled just as brightly. Together, they complemented each other perfectly.

Descending the stairs, they were greeted by their family, all dressed in their festive best. But it was Aditya's little sister, draped in a saree, who stole the show.

"Aray nayoo, bilkul achi nai lag rahi," Aditya teased, only to receive a sharp glare from his wife.

(You aren't looking good,even a little)

" Bhabhi ki saree hai," his sister retorted, her words redirecting Aditya's gaze to Taniya's disapproving stare.

(It's sister in law's saree)

"Saree to achi hi hai;tu achi nai lag rahi ," Aditya quickly corrected himself, eliciting laughter from the family at his hasty amendment.

(Saree is good,you aren't looking good)

Together, they stepped outside and made their way to Aditya's uncle's house, where the Holi ka Dahan was set to take place.

As the twilight painted the sky in hues of orange and pink, the village square buzzed with excitement for the Holi ka Dahan. Aditya and Taniya stood hand in hand, their eyes reflecting the vibrant flames that danced before them. The pyre, stacked high with wood and cow dung cakes, crackled and popped, sending sparks into the night like fleeting stars.

Aditya turned to Taniya, his voice barely audible over the festive drumbeats. "Do you see how the fire consumes the old, making way for the new?" he asked, a smile playing on his lips.

Taniya nodded, her bangles clinking softly. "Burning away the past, lighting up the future."

As the fire grew, so did the crowd's cheer, and the air filled with the scent of burning camphor and rose petals.

The fire roared to its peak, and the family members began to circle around, throwing in offerings and praying for prosperity. Aditya and Taniya joined in, their hearts full of hope and their faces painted with the promise of tomorrow.

As the night deepened, the fire simmered down to glowing embers, and the festival of colors had truly begun. Aditya and Taniya, covered in a kaleidoscope of colors, danced away into the night, their laughter mingling with the melodies of Holi.

The dawn of Holi broke with a soft golden hue spilling over Singhania residence, the air thick with the scent of spring and the sound of morning aartis.

Aditya woke to the muffled sounds of drums and the distant laughter of children already chasing each other with pichkaris.

He smiled, thinking of Taniya, her first Holi with his family.

He found her on the balcony, draped in a white kurti that fluttered like a flag of peace against the impending riot of colors. She was lost in thought, watching the sun ascend the sky.

"Happy Holi, You look so beautiful and peaceful to look at. Like the same peace I get when I look at clouds" Aditya whispered, wrapping his arms around her from behind.