Her: Yaar Holi k kya plans hain ?

Me: Abhi toh kuch nhi, flat pe aaja, bana lenge kuch toh.

Her : yaar aise nhi baithna hai, it’s HOLI, kuch dhang ka plan kar lena pleeasseee !

Me : Haan haan ! Koi ni, I’ll plan something. Come over in the morning.

She comes over at around 10 on Holi, all dressed in a beautiful white kurti, wearing a pair of Jhumkas. She asks me to come down, so that she can smear Color on my face, which I agree to and she smears gulal on my faceand we hug and wish each other happy Holi.

She : Ab bata kahan chalna hai ?

Me ( lazily) : ek baar upar chalte hain then we’ll decide.

She : Fir tunne koi plan nhi banaya na, you know na that I love Holi and I can’t play without you because I don’t want people to touch me inappropriately. 😢

Me: Arre ek baar upar toh chal le, I promise we’ll have a good time. Pakka ! Just let me get ready and we’ll leave.

She reluctantly agrees, what other option did she have🤦. We come to my flat and I open the door, she enters inside to see that in the middle of the hall there’s a chain hanging in the center and around that there’s different colours of gulaal and flowers in neatly arranged plates.

She : what’s all this ? ( while trying to contemplate what actually was I planning )

I hug her tightly and whisper in her ear * Me : Don’t you think, you are wearing way too many clothes for Holi !

While I am hugging her, I can sense her mood changing from the anger she had a few moments ago to the sun space that had started building from these visuals and that firm whisper. Her breathing had changed from shallow and fast to deep and relaxed, she was getting ready to accept what I had in store for her

She: I guess so.

Me: Let me help you take them off.

We remove all shreds of clothing from her body, I am just loving this change in her body language, her eyes which a moment ago were all angry, can’t even meet my eyes any longer. She’s so ready for just feeling and not thinking.

I take her to the center of the hall, make her stand , her hands raised up and tied to the chain lifelessly dangling from the ceiling.

I bring out a container of lukewarm coconut oil and sensually massage all over her body, starting from her finger tips, all the way to her feet, passing her beautiful, now turning reddish face, her slender neck, her shapely breasts, her godly vagina and her shapely legs. I leave no part of her heavenly body untouched.

Her eyes are still closed trying not to miss even an inch of my touch.

Me : All oiled up, only now do these Colors have my permission to touch your body. ( she doesn’t speak, and I don’t want her to, her body says enough. I can see her body letting go of everything, at this moment she’s just hanging like a lifeless lump )

I pick up those trays full of colour, one by one, and like a painter who has the most beautiful canvas in the world, I paint her body with gentle strokes of my hands. The colour I apply comes from deep inside my soul, my eyes have no role to play.

In a fit of artistic madness, I have lost all sense of the outside, it’s just me and my beautiful canvas and I keep on painting, one stroke at a time. Hours pass by, or maybe minutes, we both have no recollection, and neither do we care and there she is, my masterpiece, my one and only, the painting is complete. No part of her body is left uncoloured, the wide array of colours matches her cheerful vibrance.

I stop and sit at a chair, admiring my work, wondering who this godly creature was, she notices that my touches have stopped. She opens her eyes, ever so slightly, notices me sitting and looking like I’ve see her for the first time- amazed and proud. She glanced to the body length mirror on her right , looks at herself from the side, looks down and then looks at me and then again looks down, this time smiling just a bit.

Her smile, brings me back to the real, from a world of open eyes dreams. I get up from that chair, go close to her and keep looking into her eyes.

I pick up another tray with sweets in it and feed her gujiya and the sweet bhang thandai that I had prepared for her. After I think she’s had enough, I stop and go back to my chair and slowly keep drinking that thandai while leaving her like that, waiting for the bhang to start acting up.

After another 15-20 minutes, when I feel that the bhang would have started taking effect, I free her hands take off my clothes, hug her to get coloured in the same colours that she was, put on my Holi playlist, she play with colours and dance till we are both ready to fall off.

I take her to the washroom, bath her and the. Make her sit and pour a bucket of milk, one mug at a time and then I take her to the bed, she’s all tired and joyous, I am too, but there one last step to today’s festivities, I make her open her legs and lick her till she comes. And when she’s all drenched with the pleasure, I go over to her ear and whisper

Me: I hope this wasn’t boring for you.

She just smiles and nodes off.

(She’ll pay for not answering, but not today)