When you search in the morning for a pair of old jeans and a shirt to wear for the rest of the day.
When walking on the street, you get drenched by a bucket of coloured water and you dont say anything to the grinning children on the balcony and continue walking.
When you have taken bath for an hour, not because you want to relax but its that hard to stop that red colour flowing from your scalp.
When you are getting ready for your siesta and somebody knocks at your door to paint you like a rainbow.
When you go around the city to smoke your friends out of their holes (thanks to Bush for the statement) to give them a spray of a lifetime.
When you watch little multicoloured monkeys with colour sprayers in their hands and not bothered to go to school the very next day with their red palms and faces for the next of the week.
When the whole day is spent devouring lovely delicacies and sweets at the home of your victims and still you dont get tired of eating.
When you hear that your college hostel taps are running with coloured water as somebody has creeped successfully to feed the tank with a fine dose of colour.
When you greet people packed behind the carriage of an autorickshaw whom you dont recognise and dont even wonder who is behind the black, pink and red painted faces.
When you go out of your home pre determined that your shirt/tshirt is not going to survive the mob of your friends and you are going to return only with your body painted.
When Doordarshan telecasts a blockbuster and all the family members flock infront of the TV ensuring a memorable get to gather in the process.
When you drink a glass or two of bhang and come home insanely hungry and sleepy and still your parents dont say a word.
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