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On the first day, I saw some temples, stone chariots, queen’s baths, old sculptures, etc. It is amazing that the stuff we inherit from Hampi is over 1500 years old. I called my mom in the evening and told her about this. She said, “So you are roaming around in hot sun watching some old stuff, huh? Eat food on time.” Moms.
I decided to have dinner at the Ganesh Guest House. They didn’t give me the menu there. They only asked me if I would like to have pasta. They said, “Just share it with your friends if you like it” with the most sincere smile. They were very excited to know I would write about it. And yes, the pasta was one of the best Aglio é Olios I have ever had!
It was such an eventful day that I had completely forgotten about Holi. During dinner, I got to know that they were going to light up a huge bonfire at the only square in the village at midnight. Their ritual included lighting a bonfire which was around five and a half meters high (that is almost equal to 3 Amitabh Bachchans standing on each others’ heads) and chanting and singing around it. Almost everyone from the village gathered and danced. Just to stand there and witness it was an exhilarating experience.
I woke the next morning knowing it was the day of colours. Honestly, I am not a big fan of playing colours on Holi. So I was relieved to be in a place where no one knows me, and so no one would have my face devilishly painted. I went out and found not just the local people rubbing each other with colours, but also foreigners with the Holey bottle (a bottle with a hole in the cap, kinda like the ketchup bottle with a smaller hole). Copyright.
When I went to ask foreigners how did they like Holi, I was greeted with a hug that coloured my clothes. They also ruffled my hair with yellow. Maria and Jose from Spain told me that they come to India every Holi since 5 years and that they love it here. They knew all about Holika and Lord Pralhad and the significance of Holi. The patriot in me was beaming with joy.
The only saddening thing was to see little girls having to sell colours instead of playing with them. The least I could do was put a smile on their face. Selfies work like a charm!