The festival of colours was welcomed today. And the way they all have bursted in the air has been a sight to behold. I am really not into getting my face all coloured with shades in unaccountable ratios, so I stayed home. I had no plans of getting myself shaded and then spending another hour trying to remove it. So I slept late the earlier night so that I would wake up late and no one would disturb or pester me much to play it. And it worked. Although I woke up to the taunts of my mother and grandmother, I was pretty much at ease. And then while deciding to care some more for my hair, I started a small activity. It’s not much of a secret but I will tell you about it only if you are interested. Ahead now, I was called by my father for some work. I stayed with him for around an hour and it was quite good. Although I hate to admit the communication gap, I rejoice the time I am with him during his work hours. Why? Because that is the place most of my issues have been resolved. It is this place that has seen me in the worst of situations with my father and has started the meltdown of ice. This place is sacred to me and I enjoy it thoroughly.
And then after this, I wanted to slide home because I had to take a shower. Dad did not let me then, saying that we would leave in five minutes. But three minutes later, he told me to head home and that he would take approximately an hour to finish his work. I was a little surprised, not completely shocked. Because he really cannot keep a record of the time consumed while he stays at his workplace. He worships it. And I respect him for that. So I came back and took a good shower. The bath was refreshing and I was absolutely in no mood to let anyone ruin my hair or face with their colours. I played carrom with my cousins and my parents asked me if I would accompany them to a social gathering. I refused because the colours irritate my face and I love my skin too much. Dad was a bit irritated but Mommy is a bestie. She lets me be at home and do what I want without complaints. She nags and scolds a bit, but she is a sweetheart. She helps me at moments I don’t even ask her. She knows my feelings and I just love it. I just hope that someday I understand her the same way too and that I may be able to help her. We applied colours to each other, exchanged Holi wishes in the family and then, my parents left me alone at home with my grandma and I was watching youtube. My mother came back but not alone. She came with a battalion, a parade of multicoloured faces carrying the weapon of colours in their hands. My weird and not looking beautiful relatives were about to launch an attack which I tried to dodge peacefully. On seeing that it is a failed attempt, I peacefully gave in to them to give a peck on my face, which was clearly not the deal in their mind. And this frustrated me to the core. I yelled and headed straight to my room, locked the door and did not open for half an hour. People were telling me about the way I should behave and that it was a festival that came only once every year. I knew all the jazz but the way they presented themselves was itself a demonic vibe. Okay not demonic, but they were a bit weird. I was wrong too but grandma got me and she defended me with the truth that I was sick and could not take a bath in the evening.
My sister came and she was the only one to be trusted. So I opened the door and we talked a little. Nobody applied colours to me until my elder aunt came up and she gave a slight brush on my cheeks and forehead. A great family gathering with the usual taunts and leg pulling sessions, and a lot of food that my Mom prepared. I am a little guilty of not being of too much help to her today, but I will tell you her story too, how she spent her day.
The house became dirty after patches of shades were dropped here and there, and my father began the cleaning process. Great initiative and we all helped him. Mum cleaned all the soiled clothes and the great family dinner was had together. A tiring day indeed. But I am glad about the ways I saved myself from a double bath. Happiness is measured on different scales after growing up, I guess. Anyways, you can reach me out at soovlogss@gmail.com
Until next time!
Signing off
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