Blue. And yellow and red and green.

I feel the need to document this feeling. Since I so rarely have it. I'm homesick.

Due to Holi. It was like a given at home. You're gonna get up early morning on Holi, cover yourself with oil so that the scrubbing process later would be easier. And you would help mum make gujhiya, if you could not get out of it by making a "But I need to study!" excuse. Then you would eat lots of gujhiyas, right out of the kadhai, despite the fact that the khoya inside was too hot.

Then you would go and get generously coloured by neighbours and all the random people in the world whom you saw only on Holi and such occasions. Oh and the aunty who was very scared of colours and would hide at home and tell her kids to tell everyone who came that she wasn't home. And how the house was literally broken into and she was eventually coloured, despite the claim everyone made "bas teeka lagayenge".

I even remember the route that was taken every year. The pichkaris and all. And the gulal. And the buckets of coloured water that were made and kept at home in the porch. So that they could be dumped on people who came to visit. But somehow or the other ended up on you. And the 'geela' purplish-pink colour that runs when you bathe and how people would empty the whole packet on your head, so that when you had a bath, a few buckets of water would change colour ever so fast.

And then the eating of sweets with your hands a combination of colours.

Oh and then the long long baths. And the scrubbing. Wah.. I miss Holi! :)