The most happening days of our lives were between October 2019 and February 2020. Those few months gave us the kind of peace, love, and alignment we had long hoped for. Our families had finally come to terms with each other. The tension that once clouded our home had faded, replaced by warmth and understanding.
Shivratri 2020 remains etched in my heart. Raman and I spent it together with so much devotion and simplicity. It felt like a divine blessing was upon us. Then came Holi—the most colourful, laughter-filled Holi of our lives.
Holi had always been special to me, not just as a festival but as a symbol of my bond with Raman. It was the very first festival we celebrated together as a couple. He was the first person to put colours on my face—softly, lovingly, smiling into my eyes—and from that moment, Holi wasn’t just about hues, it was about him. About the way he brought colour into my life when I was surrounded by dull greys.
That year, Holi was like a painting of happiness. The splash of colours, the joy in Raman’s eyes, the giggles of Mukul, and the united vibe of our loved ones—it was magical. We didn’t know then… that it would be our last Holi like that.
Because life had already started weaving a storm in the background.
In March 2020, as we returned to Ludhiana after our Holi visit to Ferozepur, Raman noticed swelling in his legs. We both assumed it was due to the hectic work schedule and long hours at school. We dismissed it casually… unaware that those swollen legs were the first quiet signs of the battle that lay ahead.
Reflection – Looking back, I now realize how life always gives subtle hints before a storm. That Holi was more than a celebration—it was our last untouched moment of joy. Raman was the first person to ever put color on my face, and unknowingly, he became the color in my life. I had a deep connection with Holi, not because of the festival itself, but because it was ours. That year, the splash of colors hid the grey clouds that were silently approaching. I often wonder—if I had known what lay ahead, would I have celebrated more or held him tighter that day?
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