It was Holi last week – but baby Ro was running a temperature. The mood in our household wasn’t of the celebratory kind. So we decided to postpone any festivities.
But today is Roshan’s first spring equinox (that’s right, winter is officially over!) And since Holi – the festival of colours – is celebrated to welcome spring, it made total sense to combine the two.
Holi has a lot of different symbolic importance in Indian culture. There are various mythological stories in which the death of the devil who tried to kill baby Krishna is celebrated by lighting a bonfire and throwing colours at each other.
I have very fond memories of Holi from my childhood. We’d fill up balloons with coloured water and throw them at absolute strangers, passersby and friends days before Holi. Most people took it in their stride in the spirit of the festival. On the day itself we could throw colours at each other, play with water pistols and go around the community in groups to flush out any of the shy and colour-less. We’d also partake in a massive afternoon feast – lot of sweets are devoured.
The fun didn’t just stop at that. Sometimes we would have community events that locals would have been planning for days. We’d enjoy some amazing performances later in the day.
Also, no matter how much we tried we would never get rid of the colours completely even after several showers. As kids, I remember it being an unspoken competition amongst friends to see whose colours lasted the longest.
Oh how can I forget to mention love! Holi is also a lover’s paradise. The raw engagement of skin to skin in the whole colour application process brings about an air of flirtation, romance and teasing. Oh how I love Holi!
I am so glad I can give my kids a taste of this festival of colours, Holi. They had such great fun. I hope I can take them to India one day to enjoy the real deal. Although perhaps the romance bit can wait a little longer…