Draped in memories: Holi celebrations in the timeless attires

 

Holi, the festival of colours, time of joyous celebrations, vibrant hues, and cherished memories. As the day arrived, I found myself standing in front of the wardrobe, looking at the forgotten corner and thinking about what to wear for the day’s activities. During the search, I could feel the magic in revisiting the old days associated with the dresses. I could smell the faint scent of memories that lingered within the folds. These dresses were silent spectators to the laughter, friendships, trials and pure spirits of the good old days.

Each dress had witnessed moments of joy, sorrow, victory, and loss. The moment I slipped into its familiar embrace, I felt nostalgic, carrying me back to simpler times. The clothes whispered secrets of the long past, laughter shared with the dear ones, wipes of inconsolable tears and lot more. The old outfits became a medium of tangible link to memories through which I relived moments of absolute bliss and bitter-sweet desires, taking on a full spectrum of human emotions. The time had stood still, allowing me to retrieve the remains of my identity scattered across the sands of time. 

Amidst the rush of memories, there was a sense of intense gratitude – gratitude for the experiences that had shaped me, for the people who had walked beside me, for the ones who walked away from me, for the resilience that endured despite the effects of time. The old clothes became not just a leftover of the past but an evidence to the self-identity, capable of finding beauty and meaning amidst the chaos of existence. As I started putting the dresses back in the wardrobe, I carried with me a fresh sense of appreciation for the nature of time and the preciousness of every moment passed. I had just found the essence of who we are that remained immortally entangled with the threads of our past.

I was about to come out, just then I heard cousins banging the door. Before I could take my time to return back to the present, I found a handful of vibrant colours adorning my clothes and skin. I stepped outside into the bustling streets adorned with splashes of colour, rhythms of drum, playful banter and enthusiastic laughter all around. Amidst the waves of nostalgia, there was also a newfound appreciation for the present moment. I realized that Holi was reminding me to cherish the memories of yesterday while embracing the joys of today. It was a testament to the power of reminiscence and the beauty of embracing the past while living fully in the present. 

HAPPY HOLI !!