I was sitting in the courtyard of my house taking sips of morning tea. There was a newspaper on the table in front. It was the day of Holi. There was excitement among the people. I had a good status in the town. I was living for the last two years and was working in a high position.
The phone rings. I had to go out from work. When I got out of the house, I saw that the color of Holi was at its peak all around. Somewhere red, somewhere yellow, somewhere the capillary color is being applied, somewhere people are hugging each other, somewhere dancing with drum. No one was left out without colours.
But nobody dared to stop looking at me. They are big men, don’t mind and it was natural for me to have an important face. It was far away to putting color on me, Nobody even touched me from the beginning of the house till I came back home.
I Came home and sat in the same chair and got lost in the thoughts of the road. The colorful scenes of the road are coming in front of my eyes one by one, suddenly I feel that I am the most isolated in the town. Read More…