Bengal celebrated holi on Sunday, a day before rest of India. Holi for me, meant colours - creeping up on friends and family, pichkiri, abir & other hard to remove colours, resorting to buckets of water when stocks ran out, post holi bath with the painful scrubbing off, the most resistant bits - a triumphant souvenir to be proudly shown off the day after!
Once a manic fan of "dol khela"...this year, I welcomed holi as a day spent at home. (In February, I have spent a total of 24 days touring and was not only weary, but dis-oriented as well).
The lazing in bed as the cool morning breeze wafted in...
The strangely empty noiseless kolkata roads...
The lazy cawing of the crow...
The obligatory mangher jhol and bhat for lunch ...
and in the afternoon air redolent with the almost sweet, heavy lazy fragrance of the mango blossoms ... the best of all - a magnificent post mangsher jhol siesta!
Happy Holi, belatedly!
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