I didn’t go home this holi. I rather visited grandparents and a few relatives. Saw how most of Rajasthan paralyzes itself for almost 2 days. Ate home-made food (the standard same taste across all relatives in my family). And back.
We don’t make gujiyas at our place. Nor do we make puran-polis. But most of my friends have been so generous to bring back ample of both to fulfill my greed. Thank you all.
Not playing with colors is now an almost 10-year long tradition. I kinda hate it. The usual thing is to get up late, hog on amazing mom-made food and then laze around and sleep again. This has been, a different holi.