Yesterday was Holi, the Festival of Colours welcoming Spring. The festival of exuberance, outrageousness and, yes, of mischief.
Today Mumbai is lolling in the aftermath of an overdose of celebration, trying to wash off lingering traces of colour from hair turned electric blue and ears dyed shocking pink. Executives struggle to cover up neon green noses and school kids scrub at violently purple fingers.
All the while reliving the fun of battles fought. Of clouds of coloured powder flung. And squirting water pistols, and hurling water balloons to *splatch!* so satisfyingly in a drenching burst of colour . Exuberance is the qualifying word on Holi.
How can I leave my garden behind in this celebration? Splotches of outrageous colour are making their presence felt here too.
From elegant mauves and lilacs
to stunningly regal purples,
and blooming in an explosion of fiery orange
streaming into a cool river of green
spilling over in a flurry of shocking pink,
glorying in the golden hues of the sun,
washing the day in passionate reds entwined with sulphurous yellows
Whites and pastels have no place on Holi ... except as an invitation to transform them into heart-throbbingly pulsating colours of the brightest hues. It's celebration time !