This is a hilarious incident that has become a part of my memories of the Holi festival. Once in Bombay, right under my flight a group of Holi revellers, all kids, were at their most riotous, often getting scolded by passers-by for forcibly applying colours on them.
My granny of ripe old age, stood near the window excitedly watching the boisterous fun of the naught children. In her hand she held a bottle of digestive mixture, deep pink in colour that she wa)s shaking vigorously. She was about to consume it when one of the children saw her doing so. Immediately, he screamed, saying “Nani khelna chahti hai.” (Grand mom wants to play) Now the entire group raised their heads to the first floor,
Two of them just rushed to our flat headed straight towards the window to my grand mother and applied gulal to her sunken cheeks! We were really surprised to see my toothless granny without losing a moment pouring the carminative mixture on them!
She was poorer than a bottle of medicine but richer by the admirers she had gained by all this!