HOLI::CAN COLORS SPARKLE?

Her hands were filled with colors.

Somewhat Red, not maroon, not pink but a bit different. yes, you can figure out it was something dark red with a deep texture of black.

But there was a huge difference in the colors she had on her palm than the colors on the hands of millions of others having grand Holi celebrations.

She was sitting on the staircase alone watching the entire world celebrating the festival of Colors.. but she wasn’t engaged in the ritual of the outer world throwing colors on the wet bodies of others. 

However her eyes were searching the sparkle of colors in the hearts of everyone around and the only thing her eyes could see was, sheer happiness and excitement of being lost in the mood of festivity, hands filled with colors, eyes lost in mischievous acts, bodies filled with the wetness of cold waters and stomach filled with sweetest delicacies of the region and yet everything looked so incomplete.

She was confused with the flow of her emotions as she could smell the fragrance and music in the air, dancing and floating bodies all around and colors covering every bit of the upper crust of the earth around.. love and lust mingling together in every act of being in action.. yet something was grossly missing and the staircase was felt like having tremors beneath her feet.

She knew it wasn’t something to do with the external world but it was something to do with the core of deepest hidden human emotions.. she knew that millions of loving people and billions of colors could not fill the emptiness she was feeling inside the ocean of her heart.

She looked at the brightness of the sun shining over the head now and felt the moisture of the air and had a deep breath.. a breath stronger enough to inhale all the positivity of nature and exhale all the darkness out and burn in the hot streaming sun and let her sink in the wilderness of the inner cores of her consciousness.. she was now floating in the vacuum of spaces and the only thing which was left was a silence which she always loves to hear.. a world which always fascinated her.. a feeling of being not being at all.. a moment of losing her own existence in the fullest moments of being esoteric.. a moment when she lost her physical form and expended with the vastness of universal spaces.. she saw the light of wisdom in the darkest of the atoms .. it was the time when she was returning back to her celestial existence and found her strapped to the mortal measurements of being alive.

She opened her eyes and smiled as she had found the answers to her questions unspoken but by traveling the vastness of spaces. She took a piece of paper and wrote.

 “Happiness is neither in the colors nor in the physical expression of any sort.. it is an inherent quality and blessing to mankind which needs a reason and medium to express it out.. so we chose Colors, crackers, music, dance or any sort of Art to spread the message of our heart” as Happiness is nothing but the state of being in Divine Love. Love for Self. Love for All and Love always wants to break all existential boundaries and it expressed itself in the shape of the universe and the universe wants a consistent expansion of its expression as it has only one thing to give and that’s “LOVE”

This realization brought sparkles to her eyes.. the first time ever she saw not only the colors being vibrant but also sparkling in her eyes...