[dropcap size=small]A[/dropcap]s a kid I never enjoyed playing holi. All these years my reflexes helped me sneak away from dry and wet colors thrown at me. My parents were well versed with their job of denying my presence at home whenever any of my color-drenched friends holding packets of Gulaal came to visit me on a Holi morning while I used to peek from the corner of my room’s window waiting for my friends to go away.
So why now? Why I am so excited to be among the group of people throwing colors at each other?
‘Old habits die hard’. My habit of not playing with colors is not dead. It’s just that my new hobby of photography were born.
I came across different photo stories and articles by photographers around the world. There was this perspective which I had never considered before in my life. And at this Eureka moment, I asked myself, ‘Why can’t I capture what I have been running away from all these years of my life?’
I can at least create a photo story and a memory of the Holi celebrations, even if I choose not to be a part of it.
So after months of planning I finally decided to move my limbs and travel to Mathura and Vrindavan to celebrate the festival of colors – Holi!
The outstanding scenes I came across, I am glad to share them with you.
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