Cheeku,
Phag…the riot of colours…this was and will always be your festival. Memories of another time and another place are cascading on me, like colours that would swirl in the air, as your booming gurgling laughter would reverberate and engulf everyone…Thandai, bit of bhang, mischief, laughter, many many friends, colours…it was such a heady mix…as if the entire universe was conspiring to make Holi the epicenter of life and laughter…each year, your signature was all over…the day belonged to you and yours…you loved and laughed and gathered everyone in a single minded pursuit of fun…
You believed it would never end…and infected everyone with that belief. I believed it would always be so…that you would be there and life would continue to be one big riot of colour and laughter…
But, it was not to be…
Khoye sab pahchane, khoye saare apane,
Samaye ki chalni se gir gir ke, khoye saare sapne,
Humne jab dekhe the, sundar komal sapne,
Phool sitare parvat baadal, sab lagte the apane…
Another Phag, another Holi…children are running around in excitement. There is laughter and joy, there is anticipation of mischief…but something is missing…you’re missing…empty spaces in my heart are still resounding with the echoes of yesterday…
Love
Dad