I was watching CNN-IBN. They were broadcasting a show on the women from Kutch. They were sewing bright pieces of cloth together. The so produced quilt was indeed very vibrant. What a splash of colours.
The mood is that fun and joy. Every five minutes, a crowd passes by yelling in laughter. The streets are covered in a variety of shades, pinks, greens, oranges, purples..... Crows pick on broken bits of eggs which are scattered here and there. Buckets of coloured water are poured at random. Spectacles become clouded, clothes become shaded. One group visits the next road, spreading the cheer. Again, at random.
A boy scares away a bunch of young girls. Each one flies to a secure spot in horror. Loud laughter, jeer is heard. People are pulled onto the road from their hiding places.
Holi is one day wherein, i guess, the neighbourhood gangs up as one. In gladness and frolic.
I was watching Chitrahaar yesterday on Doordarshan. And was reminded of songs dedicated to this festive day.