In a grand mansion in a quaint town, the air buzzed with
anticipation as Holi approached. Kiaan, a spirited 4-year-old with a
mischievous twinkle in his eye, bounded through the halls, his laughter echoing
like the melody of a playful stream.
"Kiaan, go play outside," I urged, my tone
gentle but firm as I shooed him away from the adults' conversations.
But Kiaan was on a quest, a quest fueled by boundless
curiosity and an insatiable thirst for knowledge. With each step, he peppered
the air with a barrage of questions, his tiny voice echoing off the ornate
walls of the mansion.
"What’s a festival? What is celebration?" ?" he
asked, his 'r' rolling into a pronounced 'l' that only added to his adorable
charm.
"Hey, Kiaan," his Maasi Riya chirped, her eyes
sparkling with mischief as she twirled a strand of her hair. "A festival
is like a big party, but with extra sparkles and giggles!"
Kiaan's brow furrowed in concentration as he processed
Riya's explanation. "So, it's like a party for the whole town?” he quipped,
his eyes wide with wonder.
"Exactly!" Riya exclaimed, her grin widening.
"And celebration is when everyone dances and sings and eats yummy food
till their tummies are as full as balloons!"
Kiaan's eyes lit up with excitement as he envisioned the
scene Riya described. "Wow! I want to celebrate every day!" he
declared, his laughter ringing through the room like a chorus of bells.
His uncle chuckled, ruffling Kiaan's hair affectionately.
"Celebrating every day might be a bit much, buddy," he teased, his
eyes twinkling with amusement. "But we can make every day special by
finding joy in the little things, like sharing laughter with loved ones or
watching the sunset."
Kiaan nodded thoughtfully, absorbing his uncle's words like
a sponge. "So, celebration is about being happy together?" he mused,
his gaze drifting to the colorful festivities outside.
"Exactly," his uncle replied, his voice warm with
affection. "And today, we're celebrating the joy of being a family, of
making memories that will last a lifetime."
"But why colours?" he asked, wondering.
The adults exchanged amused glances, their patience wearing
thin as they attempted to placate the relentless stream of inquiries. "Go
play, Kiaan," they said, their voices laced with gentle exasperation.
Undeterred, Kiaan turned to his grandfather, his eyes wide
with wonder. "Tell me about Holi, Dada," he pleaded, tugging at the
hem of his grandfather's robe.
And so, seated amidst a sea of cushions and draped in the
warm embrace of love, Kiaan listened with rapt attention as his grandfather
spun tales of ancient legends and timeless traditions. He learned of Holika,
the evil demoness whose demise marked the triumph of good over evil, and of
Prahlad, the virtuous prince whose unwavering faith sparked the birth of Holi
as a festival of colours.
Kiaan's thirst for knowledge was insatiable. He now turned
to his aunts and uncles, questioning each in turn about the significance of colours,
and the joy of celebration.
"Hey Kiaan, why don't you go play with your toys?"
suggested his uncle, a hint of concern in his voice.
"But why can't I play with the colours?" asked
Kiaan, eyes wide with curiosity.
"Because the colours might hurt your eyes if
they get in them," he explained.
"Why colours make eyes owie?" Kiaan asked, his
brow furrowed in confusion.
In that moment, a hush fell over the room as the adults
exchanged worried glances. But before anyone could respond, Riya swooped in with a gentle smile, her eyes twinkling with determination.
"Let's make our own colours, Kiaan," she declared,
her voice tinged with excitement. "From vegetables! It will be fun!"
The kids all lit up at this and dropped whatever it was they were doing and
rushed in with a whole barrage of questions.
“Vegetables? Really?” they quipped.
“Yes, and you can be all squishy with them” she said.
“Yo Hoo” screamed the kids, and rushed towards the kitchen
to grab whatever much they could.
And so, armed with beets, turmeric, and spinach, the whole
family embarked on a colorful adventure. Amidst peals of laughter and the
vibrant hues of homemade colours, we bonded over shared experiences, creating
memories that would last a lifetime.
In Kiaan's innocent curiosity and boundless energy, we found
a spark of inspiration, a reminder of the joy that lay in embracing the simple
pleasures of life. And as we danced amidst a kaleidoscope of colours, the
mansion echoed with the laughter of children and the joy of celebration,
bringing the family closer together in a tapestry of love and joyousness.
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