Holi: Not just a Festival of Colours!
I was hurrying up to bus stop realizing that page of calendar had turned from February to March. Like any other month, this month too wasn't going to bring me a box of chocolates. But I paused and remembered that it was Holi and I was in Delhi meaning I was in for a show. So all of a sudden, my Roger Alpha Major Sergeant mode was on. Distance to bus stop was now only around 500 metres but these 500 metres seemed like some nautical miles. I wasn't walking, I was sneaking. At that moment, shed of the bus was the only thing that mattered to me more than Alexandra Daddario or Megan Fox or Gigi Hadid or many more. And let me tell you, the last time I was this cautious was when I used to stroll around in my crush's locality, with the fear of getting my hoarse voice getting into her father's earshot or his eyes catching a glimpse of my lean figure. But presently, the threat seemed a bit less. No matter how much you enjoyed Coldplay playing Holi in 'Hymn for the Weeke