Drenched in coloured water and caked in coloured powder, the servant’s son smiled in his heart.
None of the kids could tell his rainbow mask apart.
Colours have a way of dividing people. The fair is valued, the dark is judged. Saffron robes, blue turbans, white skull caps, black burkhas, all eye each other in mistrust. So much that today’s kids learn to discriminate before they even learn to write.
But there is one day in the year when everyone wears worn out clothes and gets camouflaged beneath a mask of colours. We all looks the same- the rich, the poor, the ugly, the beautiful.
Rainbow masks cover us all.
This Holi, let’s get camouflaged, let’s forget differences and all dance as one.
PS- Remember, a large part of India needs water more than your water balloons and pichkaris do. So save water.