The time has come, my vengeance list was ready to roll, I have gathered all my resources well in time and some how also managed to get some extra pocket money from my dad this month for after play party which had some bubble drinks and a heavy meal on its menu. I was about to get out of home then suddenly i felt as if the world was going to end, felt like a series of ultra sonic waves emitted from my mothers mouth as she screamed hard to get my attention more than enough. I always feel that Indian army can win any war with my mother and her screaming skills on their side. " Are you going to spoil those new clothes, wait I am going to get some old clothes wear them and go" Damn! i was always fascinated by our movies, they always wear some designer clothes and got it drenched in colors. " I wont be the best looking guy today but still i will try my level best to impress her" I told my self and walked off as a warrior going for a war of his lifetime.
Holi is Indian Valentines day, Its a day where uncle got a chance to flirt neighboring aunt with some colors couples openly showed their affection holding each other tight while driving in their skimpy clothes. Every guy took his chance to flirt some Gulal on their crush who in turn made it sure that they made every masculine heart slip a beat while they run in their white Kurti which made it very sure to cover every inch of their fairy skin up close and intact amplifying the effects of curves on their body with some sprinkles of different colors on their face they looked more beautiful.My Neighbors and some Bacha parties did not leave a chance to color me first and i couldn't stop them as everything was fair in love, war and on Holi day. Love, Lust and colors were in the air and i reached our colony play ground.
Her friends saw me and tried to signal her but she was so busy in her conversation that she was not ready to get interrupted. With gulal in my hands my heart pounding i slowly charged at her from behind without her notice, She was love of my life and she knew it her eyes said she loved me equally but never dared to propose first, it was my first attempt to touch her willingly excited but also scared about her reaction. From a distance my friends stuck their eyes on me as if they were watching discovery channel where a mighty cheetah was slowly moving towards its prey deer.
I hold my breath, raised my hands up, hear hair was trying very hard to cover her beautiful face but the shiny ear ring managed to flash out, her white metal bangles made enough noise as she was deep in her conversation to suppress my foot steps. A scream just like my moms was heard when i rubbed my Gular hands on her soft milky cheeks...Happy holi..her eyes fell on me her scared expression immediately turned into a romantic one when she held my hand trying to pull me close and those shy lips whispered..Happy Holi..
Everything just started fading away..but her smile intact looking into my eyes she held me tight but everything around us started to fade and then a sharp sound in regular intervals was hitting my eardrums hard i woke up and realized it was my alarm, My old beautiful Holi memories never left me alone..but now a days Holi was just an other holiday. I miss the old Holi
Happy Holi.
Holi is Indian Valentines day, Its a day where uncle got a chance to flirt neighboring aunt with some colors couples openly showed their affection holding each other tight while driving in their skimpy clothes. Every guy took his chance to flirt some Gulal on their crush who in turn made it sure that they made every masculine heart slip a beat while they run in their white Kurti which made it very sure to cover every inch of their fairy skin up close and intact amplifying the effects of curves on their body with some sprinkles of different colors on their face they looked more beautiful.My Neighbors and some Bacha parties did not leave a chance to color me first and i couldn't stop them as everything was fair in love, war and on Holi day. Love, Lust and colors were in the air and i reached our colony play ground.
Her friends saw me and tried to signal her but she was so busy in her conversation that she was not ready to get interrupted. With gulal in my hands my heart pounding i slowly charged at her from behind without her notice, She was love of my life and she knew it her eyes said she loved me equally but never dared to propose first, it was my first attempt to touch her willingly excited but also scared about her reaction. From a distance my friends stuck their eyes on me as if they were watching discovery channel where a mighty cheetah was slowly moving towards its prey deer.
I hold my breath, raised my hands up, hear hair was trying very hard to cover her beautiful face but the shiny ear ring managed to flash out, her white metal bangles made enough noise as she was deep in her conversation to suppress my foot steps. A scream just like my moms was heard when i rubbed my Gular hands on her soft milky cheeks...Happy holi..her eyes fell on me her scared expression immediately turned into a romantic one when she held my hand trying to pull me close and those shy lips whispered..Happy Holi..
Everything just started fading away..but her smile intact looking into my eyes she held me tight but everything around us started to fade and then a sharp sound in regular intervals was hitting my eardrums hard i woke up and realized it was my alarm, My old beautiful Holi memories never left me alone..but now a days Holi was just an other holiday. I miss the old Holi
Happy Holi.
