It's all in my heart

💥 That Holi Days💥 The spring is back.   Accompanying the memories of "Holi" merry make.   We used to be thrilled even before the "Holi" break.  How we were jovial then, unescorted by the term "fake".  Last night I was ruminating it with sipping a milkshake.  Last day of school used to be humorous, we used to laugh till bellyache.💗   Colouring one and all used to be the second-best partake.  Bantering all and sundry was still at the apex.  Rushing to the playground for putting "Gulaal" on all and every peer.  What great days those were! Without fear.  The day before Holi is called "Holika Dahan". The day to burn evil, vanity, and our inner satan.   Before waking up in the morning of Holi, we used to have moustaches of colour.    That we ourselves used to make on one another's faces as it's our culture.  We used to gorge ourselves from dawn to dusk.  Then there was a shower of colours again  Until we oursel...