Being in India, always made me take things for granted.. Specially the festivals.. Holi is one of them.. (for those who aint acquainted with this festival.. it is also known as the Festival of Colours, and is a popular Hindu spring festival observed everywhere across India).. I always hated colors and never understood how getting soaked in mud and high on sweets and thandai (bhang), ever could be fun..But not until today do I really miss this festival.. seeing people drenched in colors and rolled in mud on an early morning, the hitting of water balloons at friends and acquaintances who prefer watching from their closed windows, the roar of laughter, dance and loud music from every corner of the street.. the special ‘Rang Barse’ song repeated over and over again and the typical govinda dance to accompany it, the smell of sweets cooking, and of course the not to forget public holiday.. oops I miss them all..
Water always brings out the best in me.. but somehow the fact of playing holi or then enjoying the downpour of colors never appealed to me. However I have always secretly admired how people just come together to celebrate this one festival.. Missing the view from my window and the frequent distant screams ‘Holi Hai’..
No wonder India is known for its life and colors..
