Holi - the festival of colours celebrated all over India and nowadays, the world over, during which friends and family members indulge in some fun banter and douse each other in a wide melange of colours and coloured water. Typically falling in March, the festival is celebrated marking the end of Winter and the beginning of Spring. On a much more personal note, it is one of the festivals that I used to participate in religiously every year during my childhood as well as my adolescent period. 

Ever since I have moved to Germany, I won't deny admitting that I do miss playing Holi with my friends and family from back home. But, as I see myself getting more and more acclimatised to life here, the Indian in me has started associating this Festival of Colours with Nature's own version of Holi - Autumn or as they say in Germany, Herbst. Many a poet and writer has waxed poetic about the beauty of this season, and in my mind's eye, I see it as Nature playing Holi with all its denizens. Trees splashing a variety of colours on their neighbours, wind blowing away these coloured leaves creating a multicoloured carpet on the ground and water bodies, cloudy overcast skies often followed by rain making the colours shine with all their glory and me - a witness to this magnificence wearing a broad smile and probably, nostalgic eyes. 

I am not sure if I am able to make this analogy make any sense to you, but I do urge you to take a moment, indulge me and join me in experiencing this riot of colours, that we call "Holi"