I remembered my grandmother today. I cried and I wished she was here.You always hear people say move ahead in life but today somehow the world has stopped for me... come holi and I yearn for her.
Her benevolent smile early in the morning when she used to get up and put colors on my cheek and say" krishna ki lali hai".and kiss me .She had painstakingly made the gujiyas and the lavang latikas and the whole house smelt of ghee and the fever.
The shiuli she picked from the garden whiffed a fragnance which I can still smell ,breathe and when I close my eyes ...she comes floating back..
Life was so different then,innocent,joyful and without care.You never thought who you played holi with.Not like today where you play only with the ones that matter or is of some use in your life.Everything comes today with an expectation.No one wishes you out of love but out of reason.
I called her AMMA.The beautiful grey haired lady wrapped up in a crisp white saree.. her crinkled hands cupping my face and those eyes were precious pools of laughter.She left with me her sensitive eyes ...maybe...she had been a widow for as long as I remember but never forgot to play holi with me and my sister.She said love the radha in you and see how beautiful the world would be.Her bhaang ke pakoras were something only she could make I miss her immense enthusiasm, her zest and her love for life.
She was the one who pushed me out of bed ,made me wear my ghagra choli, take my colours and call my friends. Maybe she lived her life through me.Her childlike and playful behavior for the festival new no bounds.As long she was with me holi was a festival of love care and uncanny magic.Like radha waiting for her beloved to come and make love to me.
Its been 23 years since she died and my holi has never been the same ever.I am still waiting for my krishna to come and colour me but i think they both smile from above looking down at me with tenderness and love.
I have never ever actually played Holi after that:)
Her benevolent smile early in the morning when she used to get up and put colors on my cheek and say" krishna ki lali hai".and kiss me .She had painstakingly made the gujiyas and the lavang latikas and the whole house smelt of ghee and the fever.
The shiuli she picked from the garden whiffed a fragnance which I can still smell ,breathe and when I close my eyes ...she comes floating back..
Life was so different then,innocent,joyful and without care.You never thought who you played holi with.Not like today where you play only with the ones that matter or is of some use in your life.Everything comes today with an expectation.No one wishes you out of love but out of reason.
I called her AMMA.The beautiful grey haired lady wrapped up in a crisp white saree.. her crinkled hands cupping my face and those eyes were precious pools of laughter.She left with me her sensitive eyes ...maybe...she had been a widow for as long as I remember but never forgot to play holi with me and my sister.She said love the radha in you and see how beautiful the world would be.Her bhaang ke pakoras were something only she could make I miss her immense enthusiasm, her zest and her love for life.
She was the one who pushed me out of bed ,made me wear my ghagra choli, take my colours and call my friends. Maybe she lived her life through me.Her childlike and playful behavior for the festival new no bounds.As long she was with me holi was a festival of love care and uncanny magic.Like radha waiting for her beloved to come and make love to me.
Its been 23 years since she died and my holi has never been the same ever.I am still waiting for my krishna to come and colour me but i think they both smile from above looking down at me with tenderness and love.
I have never ever actually played Holi after that:)

