The sound of laughter, the screams of children and the loud music of holi songs woke her up. It was again another day that she hated to wake up with festive feelings. And like other festive days she chose to be isolated, to be deaf and blind. She kept herself aloof; aloof from the outer world that even sunrays were not permitted to pass through the curtains of her room. The feelings of loneliness choked her deep inside for only she knew that the festival of colors did not matter without his colorful presence. So, she stood up; draped her white Saree and engrossed herself in household chores ignoring the noisy world that she was once part of.
Saturday 18 March 2017
Black and White
The sound of laughter, the screams of children and the loud music of holi songs woke her up. It was again another day that she hated to wake up with festive feelings. And like other festive days she chose to be isolated, to be deaf and blind. She kept herself aloof; aloof from the outer world that even sunrays were not permitted to pass through the curtains of her room. The feelings of loneliness choked her deep inside for only she knew that the festival of colors did not matter without his colorful presence. So, she stood up; draped her white Saree and engrossed herself in household chores ignoring the noisy world that she was once part of.
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