At first everyone was scared. “Happy Holi,” they mumbled, gently rubbing some reds and blues on my cheeks. I watched jealously as the same people coated my uncles and aunts (the “elders”) in fistfuls of rainbow. It’s almost as if everyone here thinks of Americans as little porcelin dolls that are afraid to have fun at the expense of a little filth.
Ha. Well I showed them.
Ok not really. Well, not alone anyway.
When my cousin agreed to come out and play, the real fun began. She managed to convince everyone that I wasn’t scared of a little filth and I, as a matter of fact, was more excited about coating everyone in color (and eggs) than anyone else there. Let’s just say she might have taken it a little too far because, within five minutes, I looked like a halloween dessert featuring more eggs than I had eaten in the last ten years (even when I wasn’t vegan I wasn’t too fond of eggs) and garnished with a sludge of purpley red.
And then the 6-year-old brought out the super soaker.
In case anyone has no idea what I’m talking about, click here for a little background on the Indian holiday, Holi.