Claire de Lune

In the hue of love

When I turned towards her, she turned her gaze away
Her smiles seemed like the prologue to some other play
With her demeanor veiled by modesty
Love neither shone radiant, nor was it concealed.

HOLI~

The festival of frolic and colours flashing and splashing all around, with only happiness and cheer all around. The students were an hour early prepping thier college for the holy celebration that was about to take place,

The Pramanik house was busy with Keshav in search of Mrinalini's lehenga and it's counterparts, "Paa! Skirt iruku, dupatta kaanu! "

"Na vena police la complaint kudukava , Mili? " Mrinalini's brain went into a short Av where Avyay would come in in the place of The police, the scene from Shivaji - The boss flashed before her eyes,

"En dupatta va kandu pidika yaarumae illaya?! " She exclaimed in her dream, the door suddenly opened, she was sitting with a pile of clothes and a couple of ones fell on her head at the same time,

"Lakalakalakalaka! " Avyay entered along with Lakshman wearing a weird looking glass. Mrinalini let out a loud laugh , finally finding her dupatta. She quickly got ready,

"Bathram da kanna, evening ne vanthruvala? "  Keshav asked feeding her a piece of sweet. He soon dropped her and left for work,

"Happy Holi pa" Avyay fed Badrinath a piece of Mishti doi he made, he then took his blessings and Badrinath fed him sweet as well. He asked selvan to bring in some kum kum to apply Tilak on his forehead and blessed his son ,

He soon left to college carrying a box of sweet for everyone, and a human version of mishti doi,

Avyay made sure he was careful enough to not get coloured as he passed everyone. He gave the principal and the elder woman some sweet and took thier blessings,

"Happy holi da avi! " Avyay was met with Lakshman who had a huge smile and a hand full of colours in his hand, alarms started going  out in his head already, "Dei, ipo vanda da, please"

"En? Unga aalu dha mothala colour pannanuma? " He blocked him while the poor guy tried to escape, suddenly, a pair of arms wrapped around him and lifted him up, it was Abhimanyu,

"Uh ho! No one harms my saale! "  He held him securely and the men shared a merry laugh, "Bas, mujhe sweet chahiye, the one you made! "

"Deal! " He was about to hand over the box when a pair of little hands snatched it for Abhimanyu,

"My brother made this, so i get the most share! " Soon, it turned into a little havoc as lakshman too joined in the gamble arguing for his piece of share,

As if it wasn't cinematic enough already , his angel walked towards him, dressed like the mishti doi himself, a piece of skies, a fragment of silvery stars and the bluest oceans, a sprinkle of fairy dust. Gosh, she was a fairy incarnated as a human,

She noticed her eyes holding a naughty glint,

"Oi professor, mudinja enna pudi papom! " He felt a satin whisper in his neck, her hands softly placed on his shoulder, those hands were made from things that we all have trouble believing, he thought.Every touch had a memory and he named hers as happiness. It wasn't just her touch, the warmth from her palm, it was the way she addressed him, was she trying to seduce him?