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A Vibrant Celebration of Victory...

I have been researching festivals in different nations, mainly out of curiousity, but also out of sheer enjoyment of finding out what other culutres celebrate on an annual basis.  My sister, Joy, has mentioned wanting to do a trash the dress photo shoot (one day in her future) at the Festival of Colors in India, so I thought I would see what it was all about.  What I found was both exciting and entertaining.

Every year, Hindus greet the turn of winter into spring with a splash of color -- in some areas, a geyser of color. They call their celebration the festival of Holi, and Hindus across India and throughout the world share prayer, camaraderie, special food, and a general sense of mischief as they douse each other in dyes and colored water. The large festival has roots to many Hindu legends associated with the triumph of good over evil. One of the best-known stories tells the tale of the demoness Holika, who tried to kill Prahlad, the son of the demon king Hiranyakashyap, for refusing to worship his father. Instead, Holika is consumed in flames, which is replayed each year with bonfires and effigies, before the celebrants break out the hues and cries of the festival. - Lloyd Young taken from Boston.com 

You want to see some pictures?  These were all stolen from various places online, and they ALL make me want to stop typing and immediately go to visit this fascinating and cheerful culture.  This festival is so vibrant and I love how much history surrounds something so fun.  The celebration of the triumph of good over evil is something I agree should be constantly applauded and we should all enjoy the victory every once in awhile :)





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