That feeling after a day of waking up and rubbing oil on every inch of your body, the first coat of gulal, then the chemical colours peeling your skin off and eggs and mud and beer and water balloons torpedoing onto your body and chasing your friends and your eyes and teeth and ears turning blue and having the bhang suddenly hit you and you're on that swaying vibe where you just want to groove and giggle and the biggest revelation in your universe is that the thing you're eating is a marie biscuit coated with chocolate and ittastessofuckinggoodman. Mind blown. Trying to start shit but getting rejected by other holi revelers. Saving the 16 year olds from the "bullies". Siddh BT-ing everyone by kicking and lashing out when other people try to get him. The biryani and "savan" (as Momo says, he meant salan) and some people are suddenly very quiet (Maitreyi/Padi/Siddh who looks like a robot hobo), the sexy cat, Kartik and Avantika are a kamikaze power couple and they are always gonna get you, they're fucking belligerent bro. Freezing your tits off. Everyone's feet and hands look like they belong to zombies. The gradual comedown. Kimam cigarettes at Prince Pan. Momos. Depauls cold coffee. I look too hardcore with my silver face so they don't let me enter the metro station. Oh wait, the feeling, yes, The Feeling - when you come home and you have a nice oil bath and you realize how fucking tired you are and it's not just all the oil and dirt on your glasses but you actually are bleary eyed and you wish you were that high again but your body just wants to crash and you can see your daily anxieties coming in from the distance.
One day I want to do something like Nan Goldin
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