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

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.

Written for the post, One Frame Stories 76

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