To leave Bangalore and its gentle high-altitude love, and to
be in a mega city that screamed CAPITAL and many other obscenities at me, was to feel
reclusive in a way I never thought possible.



And then, to cut the long story short, I found Holi. On one sunny terrace
in 2009, with friends I did not yet love, with strangers that wielded grabby
hands, with the bright orange of genda phool and