Being an Indian, I have always loved the festival of colours -Holi.
But no festival is a festival when you are away from the people you love, when you are away from your mother.
Its my Fourth Holi without my mother, so this goes out for her love.
We all had childhood dreams,
some unfulfilled aspirations.
Some forget about them in time,
some strive harder to achieve them and some begin later.
As we grow up, all that glitter and charm begins to fade; the real world begins to come into sight.