The festival of colours by Anjana S


 India is an exceptionally diverse country where cultures and heritages are deeply respected. The nation executes different methods to happily acknowledge its values. One such method is the celebration of festivals. Each festival serves a particular purpose according to the concerned customs and traditions. Even when some of the festivals may culturally concentrate on a distinct state, religion, or language, it is witnessed that many Indians join together and admire the grace of various festivals regardless of the community they belong to. 

Hinting the arrival of spring season, the festival of colors, known as Holi, is celebrated nationwide with pure bliss. Holi has gained its fame throughout the nook and corner of India as it is a festive day full of bonding, laughing, and just having lots and lots of fun. According to the Hindu Calendar, the frolic starts when the full moon of the month Phalguna appears in the sky. Typically, on this Poornima night, people gather around the Holika bonfire to dance, sing and pray for the well-being of their loved ones.

The next early morning, the much-awaited events begin. Generally wearing white clothes, friends, family, neighbors, and even strangers target anyone at sight and apply color powder all over one’s face. Many form teams and compete with each other. Colored water is filled into balloons and thrown at each other and water guns are also made to completely drench the victim and stain color all over their face and clothes. It is such a youthful festival where people run around their neighborhood carefree. Thus, the celebration of Holi is literally like an upgraded version of a usual water balloon fight.

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