The Power of Colors
The Power of Colors3 mins 262 3 mins 262
It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining bright up in the sky. Everyone was extremely happy as the festive of the victory of good over evil, the festive of good harvest, happiness and love was ahead. Everyone was in a very cheerful mood except Mrs. Bedi. She had not seen her daughter Priya in over a year. It was their favorite festive and each year they used to throw water balloons at their neighbors and color everyone with per meant color but this year was different. Mrs. Bedi was missing Priya who had shifted to America. She didn’t want to play Holi alone.
She was very fond of her neighbor’s child- Rahul and he used to come to her house everyday to eat samosa and drink tea but even Rahul couldn’t make her feel happy. The lesser the days were left for Holi the more depressed Mrs. Bedi became. Rahul did everything he could make her make feel better he failed. Time passed by and before we could blink our eyes, Holi perused them. Mrs. Bedi was sad as ever but she was not showing her emotions. She was planning to stay indoors because if she went outside she would start to cry.
No one, not even Rahul came to visit her. She just sat indoors looking at her pictures with Priya of her previous Holi. She started to cry. Then suddenly the doorbell rang. She wasn’t excepting anyone but deep down she hoped that it was Priya. She opened the door and saw no one was there. Suddenly a burst of colors came out of nowhere. On her left side was a burst of color pink, on her right was the color yellow and from the front came a burst of the color peach. Mrs. Bedi was appalled. She was really happy but feeling a little sad. Rahul was the one who changed her white suit’s color to the colors of love and happiness.
She was over the moon. She gave Rahul the biggest hug and was so grateful for what he did. He and the entire neighborhood came and covered Mrs. Bedi’s suit with all types of colors. She almost forgot about Priya. It was the best Holi of her entire life. She couldn’t be more thankful. Everyone danced and sang and threw water balloons at each other. As the darkness approached, Mrs. Bedi went inside her home to clean up. When she came out of the shower, she saw the entire sky filled with lanterns. She was on cloud 9 but she was still missing the presence of her daughter Priya. She really hoped Priya would come to surprise her but she didn’t. Mrs. Bedi was not sad about this, because she knew if her blood family was not there with her, her emotional family was there. She realized that it was a good thing that Priya didn’t show up. If she had showed she would not have realized that you can find family in someone who isn’t blood related. It was the perfect end to the perfect day. Even better the perfect Holi miracle.