Remembering Holi

Holi is the official day to play pranks and do silly things.As a child during holi I used to play with colors and water the whole day. After all Holi is the festival of fun. Its a day to get together, play and laugh and rebonding relationships. A day to forgive and forget. With the vibrant and fragrant colors. Holi is always associated with colors, fun and masti. Its the best time of the year as its the end of winter and the arrival of the spring. 
The day before playing with colors the Holika bonfire was celebrated as this bonfire is a reminder of the symbolic victory of good over evil as told to me by my grand mother. My grand mother used to play with flowers as she was allergic to colors. I liked played with flowers and waited the whole year for this wonderful festival to come. Holi is a lovely festival and it always reminds me of my childhood days and the amount of great fun we used to have. 
Holi preparations were always grand. Home made gujiyas, laddus, Namak Pare, Samosas were prepared by the ladies of the house before the bonfire, as they were also offered during the prayers and thrown into the fire. The bonfire was lit late in the evening and everyone gathered around it. The prayer ended with walking around the fire for seven times. This ritual could be seen in almost every lane. This get together was the time for making strategies for the next day. 
We used to get up early in the morning and that was the only one day when no one scolded us or asked us to take bath. Our biggest and most important preparation was filling water balloons with colored water and we kept big drums of colored water ready. We used to gather dry colors, water balloons in a bag and water guns. We used to gather all our mandali and shouted, laughed and ran after each other while putting colors on each other. Then we targeted the kids of opposite building. It was so much fun. We splashed colored water every where. Some naughty kids used to smear us with silver grease and paints. The balloons wars lasted till the balloons lasted. Then we smeared each other with dry colors. We used to target the passers by. We would throw the balloons and then hide and wait to see their reaction and then we laughed loud continuously. Now thinking back it was all so senseless and it was a day when we could not stop laughing. We played with colors as well as ate delicious food and drinks at almost every house which we visited. It was a day of total masti and fun. Times have changed but Holi remains the most favorite and special festival since my childhood days. 

 “I’m pledging to #KhulKeKheloHoli this year by sharing my Holi memories at BlogAdda in association with Parachute Advansed.”