Days after Holi, India’s festival of colours, the powdered dyes linger on in tiny cracks, on walls, on doors, paving stones and alcoves – even on cows and dogs. They are reminders of a happy day filled with colours and joy.
In the desert town of Jaisalmer, the pavements and brickwork made from locally quarried sandstone, are stained pink with Holi colours.
Lines of pink powder line horizontal ridges in buildings.
Young children add water to the pink powder and squirt them through water sprayers called fiskaris. Here is evidence of an aerial ambush from a high window.
In a wall behind the Jain temple in the fort of Jaisalmer is a small alcove in the sandstone wall stained pink with Holi colours. Inside is a small temple with a clay butter lamp dedicated to the elephant-headed god, Ganesha.
In the mornings, the shopkeepers wash the paving stones in front of their shops. Here the water has mixed with the pink powder and collected in small dimples in the sandstone paving. It looks menacing like the blood from an abbatoir, but it’s the red of Holi, of joy of fun and of love.
One of the impressive old doors of the fort backstreets. The left door and step have traces of the pink Holi powder. I wonder if the owners deliberately refrain from wiping them as reminders of positive reinforcement.
The bougainvillea, one of the subcontinent’s most dashing and colourful plants, seems to propagate the vibrancy of the soon to disappear Holi colours.