After our morning session, we came home to the big feast, All the puas, puris, pulav, meat and vegetable curries made our mouth water. In the evenings, we wore our new kurta and pajamas, went door to door, played gulal with young and old, everyone offered their best sweet treats, That was the real Holi, now it is only in my dreams.
Holika burns amidst merriment and mirth. Evil overpowered by love and devotion. A festival to commemorate 'Ras Lila'- an enduring love saga of Radha and Krishna.