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25th March'24
The library garden had never looked more vibrant. Usually a place of quiet study and whispered conversations, it had transformed into a lively canvas of colors and laughter as the students celebrated Holi.
The usually serene atmosphere was now filled with the sounds of joy, music, and the splashing of water mixed with bright hues.
The garden, with its neatly trimmed hedges and blooming flowers, was now dotted with bursts of color. Students ran through the winding pathways, their white clothes now a medley of reds, blues, greens, and yellows.
The air was thick with the scent of gulal, the powdered colors that hung like a mist, swirling around in the breeze before settling on every surface.
Even the statues and benches weren't spared, each now adorned with streaks of color, blending in with the festive spirit.
Groups of students chased each other, their laughter ringing out across the garden. Some had filled buckets with colored water, eagerly waiting to douse their friends, while others sneaked up with handfuls of powder, ready to smear it across unsuspecting faces.
Water balloons flew through the air, bursting upon impact, sending splashes of color in all directions. Every corner of the garden was alive with activity, a perfect blend of chaos and camaraderie.
Near the library entrance, a few students had set up a makeshift DJ booth, and lively music pumped through the speakers. The infectious beats of traditional Holi songs mixed with the latest Bollywood tracks, creating an irresistible atmosphere that had everyone dancing.
Even those who were usually shy and reserved found themselves swaying to the music, unable to resist the joyous energy that filled the air.
Beneath a large banyan tree, a group had gathered to play with pichkaris-colorful water guns that shot out streams of tinted water.
They targeted anyone who passed by, turning even the most vigilant students into multi-colored masterpieces. The shouts of surprise and mock protests only added to the merriment.
In another corner, some students had set up a table with plates of sweets and snacks, the aroma of freshly fried gujiyas and thandai wafting through the air.
Those who needed a break from the color frenzy gathered there, exchanging stories and laughing over shared memories, their faces still streaked with the remnants of their earlier battles.
The library garden, usually a place of solitude and study, had become a vibrant hub of celebration. The trees, with their leaves now dusted in colors, stood tall, as if watching over the joyful chaos below.
Even the birds seemed to join in, their chirping blending with the music and laughter, as they flitted through the colorful air.
Amidst the vibrant chaos, the sense of unity was palpable. Friends smeared each other with colors, strangers became companions for a day, and the garden itself seemed to come alive with the spirit of Holi.
