The new colours

The festival of colors, Holi, is more than just splashes of vibrant hues; it's a reflection of the myriad colors of life itself. Life, much like Holi, is a celebration woven with threads of relationships, both lasting and transient. With each passing year, some colors fade away while new ones grace our journey. This year's Holi brought forth a kaleidoscope of new experiences – new smiles, new traditions, and the embrace of a new home. Yet amidst the novelty, there lingered a poignant nostalgia for the hues of yesteryears. The blend of old and new colors painted a picture that felt simultaneously familiar and fresh. The joy of the festival, the excitement in the air, the aroma of familiar dishes – all evoked cherished memories while paving the way for new beginnings. Yet, amidst the festivity, there was a longing for the colors of the past, a yearning for their timeless presence.
As I reflect on this amalgamation of hues, I realize the importance of embracing change while cherishing the essence of what has been. I vow to welcome the new colors with open arms yet safeguard the memories of the old within the depths of my heart.
Like an artist crafting a masterpiece, I aspire to paint the most beautiful pictures with the palette of life – blending the vibrant strokes of the present with the enduring hues of the past. And eventually, one day, when someone examines this painting with the eye of a conservationist, unveiling its layers like an archaeologist delving into the past, they will uncover the numerous older layers carefully applied by the artist before reaching this pinnacle of creation. They would conclude that it represents the finest amalgamation of new hues seamlessly interwoven with the timeless ones from the past. As Holi fades into memory, I am reminded that life's canvas is ever evolving, and in the journey ahead, may we all find the courage to paint our stories with hues that resonate with our souls.

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