War, Peace, and Festival

The flowers are booming, and we have nice weather, but we could have enjoyed the weather if the world was in a better current situation.

Today, I went out capturing the blooming flowers under a velvet sky at 11 am. I don't do it often, but the wonderful weather right now was inviting and felt like it was inviting a lovely embrace.

The pleasant breezes are dancing at 20°C, carrying the sweet perfume of jasmine and gulmohar in full bloom at this point in time. Now that spring is back, the flowers are exploding in vibrant colors—pink, yellow, and white—along the roads, in parks, and around my home, their petals unfurling like nature's quiet rebellion against the winter just gone.

Oh, what joy we could've celebrated, and strolls at a corner stall buying sweets and colors, laughter echoing in parks. Yeah, that's all about the colorful festival Holi brings during this time if only the world weren't shadowed by its chaos. I have decided not to celebrate this festival but to sit and watch where this madness takes us.

Here you can see the Holi bonfire preparation that will be lit on the evening of the 3rd of March.

Holi, the vibrant festival of colors, marks spring's arrival in this part of India. It celebrates good triumphing over evil, but let me not go into the tale of devotees and the demoness Holika. Let me tell you about joyful colors, playful atmosphere, and the joy of togetherness.