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A DASH OF COLOURFUL GULAL.

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The day was Holi,celebrated as Doljatra in West Bengal. We – my mother and me – live in an apartment, where there are two flats on each floor. We live like one big family and I know when in dire straits, I’d get the helping hands from all these people who love me like their own daughter. What’s more is the fact that most of the families residing here are fellow Kinsmen, meaning almost all are Bengalis. Come any festive occasions, we visit each other and exchange pleasantries.
We live on the first floor. On the third floor of the same building, reside a family who had been blessed with the birth of twins, a son and a daughter, after a gap of many marital years of togetherness. The girl, who goes to school now, is an affectionate darling of the entire building. Their antics keep all the residents of the building on their toes. She sings well. (Due to matters of privacy, I do not wish to disclose her name.) One day we heard her singing the beautiful Tagorean composition,  Aaj Dhaner Khete ( a clarion call for all to come to the rice fields).  On days of Holi, these twins always play with gulal at the ground floor, which also serves as the parking area for car owners of the building.
Their mother, who is around my age, had come over to our flat on the day of Holi last year and had put two tika marks on both our foreheads. My mother, always reticent when called to play with colours, had smeared the girl with the latter’s own gulal. The selfie had been taken after she left. Moreover, she had quite stubbornly said that she refused to put colours on people who already had had their baths. It’s needless to point out here that I had bathed quite early that morning. It wasn’t that I never play with colours. I do. But of late, the colour splurging has become so easy, so unwelcoming that I abstain from playing with colours. Yet I thought that this selfie captures the right mood of our mother-daughter duo.
This is my only entry for A SELFIE A DAY KEEPS FORGETFULNESS AWAY contest hosted by Mobiistar and Indiblogger.

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