Colour of my Soul

It’s holi…the festivals of colours! India has always been a riot of colours. There will be very few countries as colourful as India. These vibrant colours are a common thread that ties together the diversity of our country.


Celebrated with full zest and pomp around the country, Holi is a spring festival that marks the end of winter and the start of a good harvest and fertility. Celebrations start a night before on the full moon where people gather around and pray to a ritual bonfire. The next day is filled with fun and frolic where people smear each other with colours and drench each other with water guns and water-filled balloons.


In my childhood it meant a lot fun and laughter. We spent days strategically planning our “water balloon fights” and other activities. This 1 day festival lasted a week for us. It meant scoldings for getting drenched every evening (it’s exam season this time around), buying colours, eating Holi special sweets and dishes, and so much more fun! 


Yesterday as I stood before the glowing cinders of the dying bonfire, I suddenly realised all those fun filled days with my friends were way behind me now. No amount of connecting on social media and video chats can bring those moments back. Watching the kids play with water and colours gave me melancholic nostalgias. And it was not just me. All my friends seemed to be missing it. We spent the whole day reminiscing our childhood on WhatsApp today.

The gloominess that has set over me since yesterday about this sudden “colourless” life is unshakable. A lot has changed over years. Our life sometimes loses colour, so I guess its ok to let lose our emotions too…


Out of the night that colours me whole

I’m a bit scared to bare my soul

I may seem a girl so cheerful so glad

Behind this mask is a lonely soul heavily clad


For you wouldn’t like what you see

I’m afraid to show you the real me

I’ll strip off my masks real slow

It hurts to let the real me show


I want you to try and understand

I want you to extend a helping hand

But just let my masks be

Until I’m ready to love the real me….


As kids we assume that our lives would continue as they are, but its hardly so. I wish I could turn the time and go back to those carefree days. To a much simpler life.


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