Purani waali Holi
Nikhil? Sunnein? Aaj Holi hai. I remember when you once told me how Holi at your dadaji’s place used to be — the colours, the chaos, the laughter, the food, the way everyone would gather. I remember how animated you sounded when you described it. I remember thinking how much that memory meant to you. I wonder if with Prachi being part of your family now, Holi looks like that again. I hope it does. I genuinely do. I would want you to experience that childhood warmth again — that noise, that belonging — even though I know Diwali was always your favourite. I know Holi carried something softer for you. I know you miss Lalit chacha during days like this. I don’t say this with bitterness. I say it because loving you meant knowing those details. And that’s what confuses me the most. Because I did love you. I loved you, but I was immature, insecure, afraid of conflict, and scared of losing everything. I handled things badly. My actions didn’t reflect the love I felt. That’s on me. You can...
