The Phalachan Valley in Himachal, where we are staying with our friends Shalini and Dam, is chilly and rainy this Holi day. It rained a lot over night, and quite a bit this morning, but now it has turned into one of those will it/won’t it afternoons, with grey clouds scudding across the sky.
Very un-Holi-bright-jolly-colour-esque, all this grey.
On the stroke of 12 – which is when Holi is meant to be over – I headed down the hill along the bumpy road, to “Signal Point” where mobile connectivity is a little better. Choco, the lovely dog who kinda calls this place home, walked with me. He took his protection duties seriously, barking aggressively at 2 other lovely looking dogs who were walking with 2 villagers, who also stopped to make phone calls.
So there we all were, 2 of ‘em chatting, me checking my email, and 3 dogs all barking like crazy.
Perhaps Holi isn’t that big a deal in Himachal (note to self – check with Shalini & Dam) but I saw no-one with any tell-tale “gulal” (coloured powder) on their faces, and there was no loud music, and no sign of water-guns. Perhaps it’s just Delhi where it all gets a bit too boisterous for my taste.
So, since it’s been a quiet Holi up here, let me share a few photos of this lovely valley to mark the festival of colours – and no, don’t worry, they won’t all be of grey skies!
Holi Mubarak, everyone.
I would be remiss if I didn’t point out that we are still in the throes of a deadly pandemic, and that India’s infections are rising alarmingly. Despite strictures from the government not to go out and celebrate Holi, despite a year of being told to wear masks and to maintain social distancing, just take a look at some images from around the country today (courtesy of ANI)
Makes you want to weep, quite frankly.
And well done to my sensible Himachali neighbours!