Colours In The Life Of Piya
Colours In The Life Of Piya3 mins 12.2K 3 mins 12.2K
Piya is my maid's daughter who is very cute and she always helps her mother when she returns from school, my sister also teaches her maths for free which my mom doesn't like. I'm Rahul and I love to play with Piya, she plays all the games better than me and also she scores better than me. My mom doesn't like Piya as she is better than me and always scold her and makes her do work, I don't like the way my mother behaves with her...but I'm scared to argue with my mother.
Piya doesn't come to our home on festivities as my mother doesn't call them, Piya's mother is very kind, she makes me all my favourite dishes and takes care of me as well.
One day it was the day before the festival of Holi, I called Piya to come along with her mother to celebrate Holi with us and Piya wasn't ready as she knew my mom would insult them and send them back and may also ask them not to come for work... I said Piya, my mom wasn't so strict and as it was the day of the festival, Piya and her mother agreed to come on my request.
Next day Piya and her mother came with bright white clothes with the hope of playing Holi with us, I ran to them but my mother held my hand and scolded Piya and her mother telling, "How dare you come to our house on such an auspicious day, you... I have never called you on festivals... From tomorrow, no need to come for work..." Piya and her mother were in tears. Before I could say something, my sister came there and said, "Mom, Holi is the festival of colours. Why don't we try to fill colours in life of Piya and her mother as well, who always have tried to fill colours in our life? Even when it wasn't the festival of Holi, Piya's mother has always looked after me and Rahul, she has also taken care of you when you weren't well, she does all the work but cannot afford to celebrate festivals. Why don't we try to make them happy by only involving them to take part in our festivals?"
My mother understood and she was ashamed now, she left my hand and took a handful of colour and she put onto Piya's mother and hugged her and said, "Holi hai", she also asked sorry. Piya and her mother enjoyed and we played Holi together. I was happy seeing Piya, who was like my younger sister, to see her playing with colours, her bright white clothes turning into a rainbow coloured one. From then, Piya and her mother always accompanied us for the festivals we celebrated and my mom welcomed them and invited them specially, Piya's father accompanied them sometimes as well.