That very first early morning, those brown hair flying with the speed of wind and the dark lined sharp eyes attracted me towards them in the temple near the bus stand. The moment I saw her everything around me was serene. It might be because of the devotional vicinity. Her pink dupatta with golden border was elegantly matching with the green shade of her kurti and the French braid open brown hairs were freshly washed and smelled pleasant. Her nails were painted red and perfectly twinned the ankle length legging she wore.
A very calm and pretty lady with a bunch of flowers in the basket she hold in her right waved her left hand towards me. In almost a shock for one second I peeped into my brain to investigate whether I met this lady in my past and in a reply waved her back. She was none other than my female best friend, Shivani. That Shivani with whom my friendship was broken or to say we took a break due to the society’s negative thinking. She came to the town nearly after ten years and I was able to recognize her, this was a big thing for a person who generally forgets the names of the people he met a couple of weeks ago. Luckily I remember her, if she knew that I had to think for a second to recollect who she was, she would kill me with her cursing words on the spot. She is brutally honest and as pure as driven snow.
I literally fell for her memory power there and then even after a long gap of about ten years she could easily recognize me. After a quite long talk about career, works, family, love stories, memories and flashbacks we did decide to have our breakfast together at her house. The poha her mother makes is always delicious and for my every meet at her house her mother tried out varieties with poha. Shivani is the world’s best best friend. The best friend who troubled me but completed my notes by herself. That best friend who knew that I hate Upma and exchanged my lunch box with hers every time I bring it. That innocent and cute chocolate lover always irritated me with her tricks.
On the auspicious day of Holi, I made many plans to color her. I waited so long for her to come to the ground where we all play with the colors but with the disappointment of her absence I pressed the doorbell of her house.
“Hey, come in”, she said
entering into the hall with red color in my palm I asked her, “Why didn’t you come to the ground”
handing me a glass of water she answered, “What is so special?”
Keeping the glass filled with water on the table in front I said, “Don’t act foolish. You know its Holi today. Why didn’t you come?”
“I stopped playing with human colors since six years”, she replied.
“A long story will tell some other day. Is there anything else you want to say?”
“ I have so much time. I am not a busy personality.”
“Some other day please”
“So you finally started to maintain secrets from your past best friend. Notice I mean past best friend“
“There is nothing like that, but…”
“Come on Shiva, it’s me Rohan you can share it with me. “
“Fine. I stopped playing with human colors since six years because I lost the ability to identify them in an accident. I’m a color blind. The only colors I know are black and white…”
Before she could complete her explanation I spoke, “Stop criticizing yourself. You might not see the human color physically but you see them and you represent each of them in your life. The innocent and cute behavior in you represents the calm color pink. The love towards nature in you represents the color green. The devotion in you represents the godly color blue. The sharp and bright mentality of yours represents the color yellow. The anger in you represents the wild color red. Every color in this universe represents every emotion of human life. I always liked the colorful you and according to me you are still colorful. My only request is never make yourself under confident, never criticize your negatives, no one is perfect, the only thing you need to know is live with your imperfections in a perfect way.”
As a best friend I didn’t want her to feel bad about her disability. It wasn’t her mistake but was just a disorder. These words of mine made a big impact on her and she herself took a pinch of the red powdered color from my palm and rubbed it to my cheek and suddenly screamed, “Hurrah! I colored you first!”
Even after my cruel decision Shivani’s kind reaction was her affection towards me. It was the emotion of the close friendship bond we shared. She actually proved, when we heartfully mean a relation conversations are not very so important.
Every color in this universe is related to us and the celebration of festival of colors is a celebration of human emotions. And every emotion is important. Let’s peep into ourselves this Holi and bring out the Colorful Us.
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