My grandfather passed away in 2015. Three years after his demise, in 2018, I decided to play Holi again with as much enthusiasm as before. At the time I didn’t know that I was about to face something horrific.
The festival of colours, as they call it, was nowhere close to being colourful for me. I shared a close bond with my grandfather and his death shattered me. I was determined to never play Holi after his death. I didn’t think, however, that my resolve to move on from that, and to celebrate Holi would result in my humiliation.
My father insisted I play with my friends or neighbours from the building. It took a bit of convincing on his part, but I eventually agreed.