INTIMACY

some morning rays were peeping out of leaves.
scintillating fabrics ,that spider weaves.
traffic too loose,yet too colored.
packets too synthetic ,yet too revered.
     It was some promising yet embryonic summer of 1999-2000.holystic and holi morning.my sister was on the terrace top since morning(a symptom of phobia from colour as some people may read it).and i was on the road ,on the foot path pitted with dusts sandwitched with water and the banana juice that we genius kids always use to put an everlasting mark on every robe we come across.we indians always have free water for these things.There were some set algorithms being followed since this society of ours evolved.and hence algorithms were being considered as tradition by mistake.

step 1__we welcome you with some one or two buckets of muds,and hence you get the certificate to welcome the rest.and early birds with considerable temprament used to be core team members.

step 2__change your robe if required and then put a knock to every house with coloures in excess(since they may use yours)and let every bhabhis available inside to put an errotic fight with you.this was most interesting yet most boring step for me.(i some times used to cry why i do not have bhabhis,even a single will work yaar.....'you are eldest in brothers'was the response from my mom)

step 3__take a proper bath and fooding ,even some rest will work.and some abir packets(synthetic) and put it on the cheeks of one in coherence to your age and on the foot to one elder to you.

and in the evening my sister asked "so how was the holi?"
'i was just paying my accolades to my responsibility'.this holi was rather a genetically drafted duty to me.

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with time every thing perished.algorithms and traditions all expired.and i became part of boarding school holi.the perimeter of festival narrowed down.now it was all about friends and collegues.
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tonight i am afraid i am yet to sleep.after an hour or two of hall dramatics,an hour or two of cad play,and an hour or two of moot courting,still i am not tired.flash backs,without any drink turns you insomniac..i feel.
and this flash back fluctuates from a summer when i was roaming in the marketplace out of hunger(holi 2010) to a summer night i am blogging out of nothingness.
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by the way coming to the point my sincerest and passionate wishes to you and all,to every one it must concern.let this holi be a bit different,a bit sensational.......and it is better to be absolutely ridiculous than being absolutely boring.
to my readers,
ceasing carelessness lives for an hour...laughter and baritonic melodies are cherished yet dries out.Its errotica and intimacy that continues beyond time,within memoirs and dreams.
I assure you this holi morning i will wake up with something missing.those sensational talks,sensational enthusiasm,and symbolic use of colours to cover the love making(sometimes in attempt,sometimes in innocence ).
so let me correct my wishline...
let this holi be abit intimate to you, to your soul,to someone it must concern and slightly errotic.


yet before i leave i remind you just to take care of limits.the difference between pornography and errotica is lightening.
good night.
happy holi.