Dearest ______,

First of all, don’t even start asking me what the Indians’ Holi Festival is all about.

I was with a huge group of Indian friends at one of the Holi celebrations in Singapore over the weekend and apart from acceptable midday drink- binging and the sheer happiness of throwing coloured powder and water at friends (more so, strangers), they weren’t so sure themselves.

And so under these limited grounds, we went.

With our “extra clothes” themselves drenched inside our bags, cameras heavily wrapped in plastic, and the barely digested Paneer and Chapati lunch set inside our stomachs, we dove right into this happy, colourful, and slippery mess at 12 in the afternoon.

It was such a sight and an effusion of laughter, cheering, dancing.  And most probably some alcohol too.

Such a beautiful burst of culture.   And we were at the very heart of it, as if lost in the middle of an epic Bollywood movie.

Love,
Karlita

All photos by Jawo Bolivar.

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