I was up so early this morning I had to wake the rickshaw driver, sound asleep on the back seat. He wasn’t exactly pleased but with no other Rickshaw in sight, I flashed a smile, wished him happy Holi and we were off, bumping along through the peaceful pre-dawn haze, empty roads before us, sleeping bodies beside us, dotted along the sidewalk in makeshift lodgings.
Not my usual time to seize the day but today was Holi Day and the 7am Bikram class was the only one scheduled.
The colourful festival of Holi is essentially a celebration of good over evil although some of the antics I saw would have you debating; a full spectrum of powdered colour dye, water balloons and buckets of mud finding their way across your face, clothes, skin and hair! Just when you thought nothing else could stick to you, yet another round and bringing the most cheer: raw eggs cracked on your head! All in good fun and highly amusing with the evidence of the day remaining on your skin for days and clothes forever!