Happy Holi:-)

So Holi is back in the air:-) In a way, it happens to be (much to the disgust of hubby and daughter) my favourite festival. I play it with abandon. The rowdier the better! The more pucca the colours, the more satisfying it is for me.The one festival that turns foes into friends and angels into demons ---
Demons, witches, wizards, trolls, vamps, villains are so much more wholesomely fun than insipid heroes, heroines, angels and fairies:-)

I love colours. For me, all of Life is a celebration of passionate colours. Passion for my work,for play, for friends, home, family, children, mom, music, dancing and speaking (NO rude comments required here, dear family). AND passion for striving to reach higher and higher echelons of excellence at being what my hubby politely calls a"control freak"! The list is endless. From the moment I open my eyes to the colours of sunshine streaming into my world, to the time when workday ends and the stars sprinkle handfuls of silver sparkle into the purple skies, my life seems to absorb colours of all hues and shades. Even the rhythmic rise and fall of words spoken with undulating modulation, the lyrics of a beautiful song, the plink of the notification from my mom, one of my children, friends or family- add shades of sparkling colours to the air of the moment.

So Holi had to be my favourite festival, right? And I know, it is for my son too:-))

A very happy Holi to all of you who live inside my world, those on the fringes, and those who would like to join me in my unceasing quest for more, more, many more colours:-)
 
Like the words of the famous song-

 "Just colour my world with sunshine every day,
Just colour my world with happiness all the way.
Just take the green from the grass, and the blue from the sky up above,
And if you colour my world, just paint in

with your love..."

Happy 26th Birthday to the "Baby Brat" of the family:-)

7th March 1987. The date is carved upon my soul. I can never forget a moment of that day. The hustle-bustle of moving to the maternity home. The relief at having reached the end of those nine months of waiting, dreaming, imagining-what you would look like. The intense waves of pain, and then that final onslaught of agony ripping my body apart- to hear the weak plaintive thin cry of our little son. I still remember you- a darkish, wrinkled little prune with a frown larger than your face:-)  

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 I want you to know, my baby- that from the moment I held you in my arms that day- I loved you from the depths of my soul. Whenever I held you close to my heart, rocking you to sleep- whenever I held your little hand in mine, telling you unending bedtime stories-I knew from within- that the beating of my heart, the blood flowing in my veins, the breath of life that was me- actually lay within YOU!

I watched you grow from a confused little dyslexic brat, into a naughty, creative, innovative sensitive, loving little boy. Then into a fine, upstanding, decent, intelligent, hard-working young man. I am so very proud when I see what you are today, my son.

I love you with every fibre of my being. Always did. Always will. But you will (unfortunately for you)..stay our BRAT.

Happy Birthday, my baby. Love you so very much. May every day ahead be filled with fun, friends, happiness, comforts, good health, success and lots and lots of love:-)

Mom.