Holi festival, also known as the festival of colours and the festival of love is an ancient Hindu festival which celebrates the beginning of Spring. I was fortunate enough to be in India to experience this wonderful festival. Although the North of India traditionally celebrates the festival in its true entirety and is the best place to be for Holi, we were still pretty happy to be in Bengaluru to celebrate.
The day progresses as a game of chase with dry powder and water. Anyone and everyone is fair game. If there are patches of bare skin showing, watch out! By the end of the day you are literally covered in colour. When you think you have as much colour on you as possible, someone will think otherwise. The best part about our day was the people we met. We were taught Bollywood dancing in the rain by complete strangers, we threw powder back as equally hard as we received it and my face was sore from laughing all day.
If you are ever in India around the time of this festival, don’t miss it, you won’t regret it. It was worth every minute of it, including the green and red highlights that lingered in my hair afterwards for three weeks. A gentle reminder of this great day.