Song : Balam Pichkari from Yeh Jawaani Hai Deewani
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"Bura na maano Holi hai!" I yelled as I woke up my brother at 7 in the morning on a holiday by pouring an entire packet of pink colour powder on his face.
"Choti ki bacchi!" He yelled and ran after me.
"Alisha and Aarav Mukherjee! Do not spoil my floors. You'll be the ones cleaning it." My mother yelled.
"Bura na maano Holi hai." I said smearing ber face with colour.
She did something which she rarely did. Actually she never did. She smiled at me evilly and smeared colour on my face too.
Then someone behind me smeared my entire face with colour.
"Aarav......Chache!" I yelled seeing my father's younger brother behind me.
"Chache! Tu kab aaya?" Aarav ran towards us.
"He's older than you. Talk to him with respect." Mom said.
"Leave it Maahi di. They're just five years younger than me. How does it matter?"
"Yeah, Maa. How does it matter?" We said in unison.
"Still the same as ever. Two peas in a pod." He said.
"Who me? Like him. Never." I said.
"Who me? Like her. Never." He said at the same time.
Anyhoo, that's my uncle, my father's younger brother Rishi Mukherjee. He might be our uncle but he is just five years older than us, which is like a normal difference in age between a pair of siblings. And he was our uncle! My dad was twenty when he was born. And mom and dad got tried at quite an early age. So, you can see why he was so attached to us with the small age gap.
"You guys get ready cause we need to be downstairs in an hour." Maa said resuming her household work.
"Sameer and Naina are gonna be surprised to you." I said.
"Sam's back?" He asked.
"Yup. Came last weekend." Aarav answered.
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"Happy holi!" Was one of the greetings you could hear around you this morning.
Tables covered in white cloths were around the main compound decorated beautifully with artificial flowers and pieces of cloth.
On the tables lay plates filled with colours of every kind. Buckets filled with coloured water to fill up our pichkaris. Sweets ranging from jalebis to roshogolla all of it.
A small stage had been set up for the dancers.
"The song is fixed right?" Naina asked.
"Edited it last night." I said.
"Naina! Look who's here." Sameer said.
"Hey Rishi bhai." Naina said giving him a hug.
"Hey Neenu." He replied.
"Chache, you're dancing, right?"
"Not this year, choti. " He replied.
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Ceasefire Of Senses (under editing)
Teen FictionAlisha Mukherjee is an extremely normal girl. She's got everything - a twin brother, loving parents, a best friend, her dream job and a cute dog. She also has something else - the biggest problem in her life, Sameer Sharma. She doesn't believe that...
