đź“– Chapter 1: The Morning of Colors
The morning of Holi arrived with music, laughter, and colorful powder filling the streets. Aarav stood on his balcony watching children run around throwing gulal. He had never been very excited about festivals.
Suddenly, a splash of pink color landed on his face.
"Happy Holi!" someone shouted.
Aarav turned around and saw a girl smiling mischievously. She was Meera, the new neighbor who had moved into the house next door just a few days ago.