A misty full moon overhead and neatly stacked pyramidal tepees of dry wood, round pats of dung and at the apex, the faded detritus and ragged remnants of the 'Kite Festival', these pyres lined the road in readiness for the bonfire lighting which precedes the colour festival of Holi. Carts with heaps of coloured sand, looked blindingly colourful under the hot sun.
This festival celebrates the end of Winter and a welcome to Spring. All barriers come down as everyone celebrates renewal, casting off the old and embracing the new. Water pistols filled with a mixture of coloured sand and water, make formidable weapons as everyone tries to daub everyone else with as much colour as they can - obliterating the old identity. This raucous display, makes the old miniature paintings of Lord Krishna celebrating Holi with Radha and the Gopis, look very sedate !
And in other countries they'll be celebrating this time of year with Easter Eggs !
This festival celebrates the end of Winter and a welcome to Spring. All barriers come down as everyone celebrates renewal, casting off the old and embracing the new. Water pistols filled with a mixture of coloured sand and water, make formidable weapons as everyone tries to daub everyone else with as much colour as they can - obliterating the old identity. This raucous display, makes the old miniature paintings of Lord Krishna celebrating Holi with Radha and the Gopis, look very sedate !
And in other countries they'll be celebrating this time of year with Easter Eggs !
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