This is a story about a person who is telling you the story.
World is unpredictable. It can drive you crazy. Those memories, those dreams, those scenes were incredibly out of this world for me. Or may be the most hilarious one.
I don't know. I can n...
Moon and sun kept playing with each other. Days were passing smoothly. I was in my own fairtytale world. Princess and prince living together.
One day, I was usually playing with my phone. His thoughts were playing basketball in my mind. I thought of searching him over an app called 'Facebook.' I considered that it's pointless to search because a child in 5th class can't have an ID. However, I searched. Surprisingly, I found. As soon as I saw him a word called 'haaye' came out from my mouth. I was in a transport of delight. Now, apart from him his ID became another distracting item for me.
What to say about those days? I miss them. Wish I could go back. These are all the memories of some five years ago. Some moments and memories are ineradicable just like that festival of colours.
Festival of colours as we all know 'Holy' was arriving. In almost every school there's a rule made that nobody is permitted to bring water balloons and colours. In spite of the fact, our bus I mean the children of our bus planned to bring these radiant items. It was the day before the festival of colours. I had not brought colours on the ground that I may get caught. we were on the way to our homes. As I expected, when the bus departed boys and girls started monkey tricks. Everybody (not including me) started scattering colours over one another.
Suddenly, I realised that I have turned colourful. Somebody applied colours on my cheeks. Two little cute hands over my cheeks applying may be green or red colour. Abruptly, it was him. With glowing eyes full of mischief he intended to enjoy as much as he could. Now I am not a quiet or a bashful child who will drop the chance of loving and irritating someone. He playfully moved back and said
'He won't.............. he won't...let me to apply colours.'
I laughed heartly and spoke 'No.. no... no I will. You applied on me and I'll apply on you.'
He was moving backwards, sliding back on the seat. When he was unable to move I spreaded my wings and covered him. Aaah! His cheeks my cheeks were coloured and that became my best Holi.
After what?
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Again, bubbles were popping out of my heart, my mind, my eyes, my cheeks and from everywhere. The same feeling aroused that I'll not wash my hands but how somebody can live without bathing forever? After all, it were these moments that appeared like small lotuses growing in the lake of love or knots in the cloth of love that won't open at all.
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