Today is technically the third day of Diwali and although it has ruined my body, what a three days it’s been. There has been much drunken revelry, good company, barbecues on high terraces, poker, neighbours bringing over homemade sweets, dressing up.
Pune smells like gunpowder though, which can’t be good. It’s really loud and polluted and I’ve seen too many horrid accidents. Last night, somebody in my street lit a tree on fire with their irresponsible rocket lighting and the fire brigade had to put it out. As the wise @ashwinpande said ‘I need to find a one-armed man to teach these fucking kids a lesson about not playing with firecrackers.’
So in a great big fuck you to firecrackers, Shaunit and I threw ourselves a Diw-holi party. We decided to make a rangoli, light tiny diyas and play holi which we both missed this year(and myself since the 90s) and we drank whisky and and ate chocolate cake and lemon tarts and stayed up till dawn.
Rangoli is actually more difficult to do than it looks. Add alcohol to the mix and it’s near impossible. But we did okay.
I really like the last photo.
I did that tooo! Play holi with rangoli colours.
Your pictures are wonderful, as always.