Colors fall
laughter rises.
Pink, green, yellow, red
then a hug.
Hands, cheeks, hearts,
all the same,
we find unity
in the mess.
A day to cherish,
crafting memories
that never fade.
Mar 14, 2025
Mar 14, 2025 at 1:53 AM UTC
Colors fall
laughter rises.
Pink, green, yellow, red
then a hug.
Hands, cheeks, hearts,
all the same,
we find unity
in the mess.
A day to cherish,
crafting memories
that never fade.
Holi is a festival that comes from an old Hindu story about Prince Prahlad and his evil aunt, Holika. Prahlad, a devoted follower of Lord Vishnu, was saved from a fire by divine intervention, while his evil aunt, Holika, perished in those flames. This symbolizes the victory of good over evil. It also marks the arrival of spring. A lot of delicioussss snacks and dishes are prepared (my fav part of this festival... hehehe)
Well, let us live in harmony, spreading peace and happiness. Happy Holi to all my HP friends!!!!!
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