“It was the kaleidoscope of colours, the red, the orange, the purple of the fruit in the tiers of baskets which were arranged around the Peshawari fruit-seller, dressed in a blue silk turban, a scarlet velvet waistcoat embroidered with gold, a long white tunic and trousers; the gory red of the mutton hanging beside the butcher who was himself busy mincing meat on a log of wood, while his assistants roasted it on skewers over a charcoal fire, or fried it in the black iron pan; the pale-blonde colour of the wheat shop; and the rainbow hues of the sweetmeat stall, not to speak of the various shades of turbans and skirts, from the deep black of the widows to the green, the pink, the mauve, and the fawn of the newly-wedded brides, and all the tints of the shifting, changing crowd, from the Brahmin’s white to the grass-cutter’s coffee.”
The above passage was first published in 1935, but, reading the book last week, I feel the words still hold true today. As ever, and perhaps more than ever (with the Holi festival tomorrow), India is defined by colour.
Beautiful pictures! I especially love the one with the dog and cow.
Amazing pictures..All of em
Happy Holi..!!! 🙂
Thanks and Happy Holi!