Saturday was the festival of Holi in India. On this day we spray water and colours on each other. Its lot of fun. A bit like the Songkran in Thailand. I was looking trough the Holi tagged pictures on Flickr and found this image. When we were little, we were supposed to go to sleep by 10 PM. But on Holi eves, we were exempted. We could stay up as late as we want. A bonfire is lit on street junctions. Street vendors sold corn cobs and peas. We would buy these and roast them on the Holi fire. That would keep us through the night eagerly waiting for the day break when we could go out and colour the world.
What’s funny this year is that I had totally forgotten about Holi until I read a blog of a friend in China. She had blogged about another friend of hers in India celebrating Holi.
There is still a bit of political friction between the two countries. India is worried about the Chinese setting up naval facilities in Burma and Pakistan and the Chinese have always been suspicious of India’s support for the Tibetan cause. Still things are changing, business is being done. There are direct flights after a gap of almost fifty years (the last direct flights were the dangerous hump flights flown by the US Airforce from bases in India to Chengdu and Kunming to support Chiang Kai Sheik against the Japanese). People are blogging about each other and trying to understand. That’s a good thing.
Another entry from a friend’s blog (in Chinese) that describes her friend from Kerala.
i love HOLI !very funny,i hope there is Holi in china too
There is still a bit of political friction between the two countries.
i thk it will be better…
we are old old friends!!we have friendship for 60 yrs