Will you play?

Of course I will! Holi, the festival of colours, is on Wednesday. All I need is one cheapie white punjabi suit, coconut oil to oil my face, hands and hair (so the colour comes off when I wash it) and bhang lassies.



This is the one day when everyone, old or young, partakes in consuming bhang (a marijuana derivative). A very nice Japanese lad told me to stay off the streets in Varanasi on Holi because apparently some people take the bhang consumption a little further than it needs to go and are so crazy that they 'molest' everyone, male or female. Thankfully I won't be anywhere near Varanassi on Wednesday.



26 hours on the train from West Bengal and three people have walked away with email addresses and one gentleman has my sister's cell number. It was a pleasant ride except for the three times the car filled with dust so thick it stung my eyes and was hard to see. "Will you play?" Sanjit asked referring to Holi. We agreed he will call to check if I'm still around to play on Wednesday.