I stepped outside that morning and was immediately doused with color. The weekend basically consisted of me shooting people from my rickshaw, being overtaken by a band of German children, lots of color (duh), and scrubbing, scrubbing, scrubbing.
Monday, March 21, 2011
The Day of Colors
Holi is my new absolute favoritest holiday. We celebrate the Hindu festival by, of course, attacking each other with color. (You can read about its significance here.) The festivities begin earlier in the week with the occasional water balloon thrown by a child, then a few more attacks on "Choti Holi" (Little Holi), and culminated with a nation-wide color fight and tons of bhang lassi on the much anticipated day.
I stepped outside that morning and was immediately doused with color. The weekend basically consisted of me shooting people from my rickshaw, being overtaken by a band of German children, lots of color (duh), and scrubbing, scrubbing, scrubbing.
I stepped outside that morning and was immediately doused with color. The weekend basically consisted of me shooting people from my rickshaw, being overtaken by a band of German children, lots of color (duh), and scrubbing, scrubbing, scrubbing.
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