From Water Guns to Adulting: Why Holi Still Feels Like Home
There comes a moment every year when life is busy, taxes are due, work deadlines loom, and your group chat is filled with “ So… Holi plans? ” It’s funny how a single festival can take you straight from adulthood’s endless to-do lists to childhood nostalgia in seconds. Holi has that power. One whiff of gulaal, one bucket of coloured water splashing somewhere in the street, and suddenly you’re eight years old again, chasing your cousins with a neon water gun you swore was the most powerful weapon ever invented. But here’s the beautiful irony: even as adults, tired, practical, slightly over-responsible, we still crave Holi. The festival doesn’t just remind us of home; it returns us to it, even if only for a day. Back then, Holi was an entire event, not just a festival. You woke up early, half-asleep, already plotting who you’d attack first. Your mother warned you not to get colour in your eyes; your father acted like he wasn’t involved but secretly filled the biggest bucket. You’d team up...