Holi, the festival of colours was Radha’s favourite festival and she always loved the ambience of colours that it brought into her world.
Today when her neighbourhood kids splashed buckets full of colour on her and dragged her out to join them in splashing colours on everyone, she did not know that miles away, the best colours from her life were slowly draining out with every passing second.
Two miles away from the border, Sanjay shot the last infiltrator in front of him before succumbing to the injuries that the enemy bullets had given him.
His fingers alone moved for a few minutes as though he was searching to find the warmth of his loved one while he was bidding farewell.
His soul broke free from the pain and trauma, rushed towards Radha and took in the beauty of his wife’s laughter, the lovely colours that adorned her, all the while appealing to the Gods to keep her bathed in colours till eternity.