“Abir and gulaal cloud the air,” words from the the hori- kajri learned a lifetime ago; from a time when women were doe eyed mriganayani; I guess with the chemicals they use these days my windows will be shut tight.
Yet the jasood is in bloom, a style statement in orange, and just-tender neem leaves wave to the first dawn.
Happy Holi.


(abir/ gulaal- natural colors. hori-kajri- classical music forms)