Color

Painted in blue were my eye lids. Purple and green color was all over my cheeks and dyed in yellow were my hair. Those were the colors that explained my feelings when I saw her for the first time in my life, as her white chunni blown away by the wind got stuck on my right palm. It was holi. There was color everywhere.  Guys and girls engaged in fun dying each other in colors. Water balloons were being shot at each other. One hit me hard on my forehead as I watched her walking towards me with hands beautifully decorated in Mehendi waving at me and walking towards me to  fetch her chunni. My forehead was hurting but I felt my heart was aching even more. Water drops dyed in blue and green dripped over my cheeks as if trying to reach her with my feelings of first love, as I watched her walk towards me. My yellow hair swayed in the thin air and dying it as if welcoming her with all the warmth in my heart.  "Who is she?" was what my heart was yelling. 

As she was about to lay her left hand on her chunni, I wished that my feelings flowed through it to her. As she was slowly grabbing her chunni from over my arm I felt as if she was grabbing my heart with the chunni. It was a strange feeling. She was so near yet she was so far. I wished that I spoke to her or share a smile at the least. Her  glamouring presence felt so enchanting that I felt speechless. I saw her bright but shy full eyes from behind her hair flowing in the air and on my face. Her mere sight made my world time less. As she began walking away with her chunni, her hair over my face started to slide away as if ending the spell she cast on me, as if having bright sun shine after a quick rain. As she was walking away, I thought "Is this how, it should end?". I then realized I was with her in those colors on her hair that once flew over my face and now flowing over shoulder next to her heart.  I was with her in the chunni that carried a print of my color dyed hand with which she dried her face dry of sweat. I was in those warm breathes she had close to me, now circulating in her. 

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