Green colour was smeared on his face, but his looks looked familiar. Gradually, he
ambled towards me. I felt thud in my rib cage. I wanted to run away from the spot to
conceal myself from the followers gaze.
As I put my first foot forward, a deep voice stopped me,
“Happy Holi, Lata”
I could not believe my ears, my first love was standing before me.
I felt hands of my husband on my shoulders. I smeared his face with the colour red and
greeted him fervently, closed my eyelids concealing the tears within of my lost love.
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