Memories

"Bring the tray of colors", said my father. In a jiffy, I kept the packets of colors on the table and ran to call all our family members.

  Knocking at my grandma's door, I requested, "please wake up, it's already late, and the festival has already begun".

  Everyone finally assembled downstairs and the celebration began. It was Holi. My last exam was still left and two days were left for the examination, but finding out some time to play Holi with the entire family was not very difficult.

  We rejoiced like anything. It was a dry Holi, devoid of watercolors. We do not play with watercolors since we do not prefer doing so and secondly, it promotes a lot of wastage of water.

  That holi the best holi as it was not just a matter of playing with colors but a day of spreading love and joy with the help of colors.

 

  Winter means Christmas and Christmas means joy and gifts. It was once such Christmas when I got the truth behind our beloved person-Santa Clause. I was a bit upset but I always believe that whoever provides me or us with the gifts on Christmas, that person is the real Santa.