Holi Afternoon

Almost post-apocalyptic. Holi afternoons. Sparse traffic. No shops open. Roads open and wide. Pink faced men slow paddling their cycles. Often half-inebriate. An occasional school of boys and men on bikes or cars, or on foot, a wall of sound, men happy about something, screaming. Definitely inebriate. Men sleeping in ditches or right next to one, at a spot carefully picked, in shade. A woman. Some kids still not tired. A man on a bike with his two kids and a wife. A bunch of men sitting under a tree working on their dholaks, out of tune, singing about women or gods. Holi Hai! Holi Hai!


Previously:

•  O yea!
• by Nazir Akbarabadi