In a Holi tradition unique to Nandgaon and Barsana villages, men sing provocative songs to gain the attention of women, who then “beat” them with bamboo sticks called “lathis”. Holi, also known as the Festival of Colours, heralds the beginning of spring and is celebrated all over India.
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"I wish I could write. I get these ideas but I never seem to be able to put them in words."
Happy Birthday, Keri Hulme, born 9 March 1947
- You want to know about anybody? See what books they read, and how they’ve been read…
- The smarter you are, the more you know, the less reason you have to trust or love or confide.
- A family can be the bane of one’s existence. A family can also be most of the meaning of one’s existence. I don’t know whether my family is bane or meaning, but they have surely gone away and left a large hole in my heart.
- The childhood years are the best years of your life… Whoever coined that was an unmitigated fuckwit, a bullshit artist supreme. Life gets better the older you grow, until you grow too old of course.
- Writing isn’t my life…it’s a lovely part of my life… but it’s not my life. My life is family, friends, fishing, food…things like reading and painting and all the rest of it, and you can’t really prioritize when you’re involved with family or you’re involved in fishing, you can’t say, ‘Oh, I really should be writing.”
Hulme is a New Zealand writer. Her only novel, The Bone People, won the Booker Prize in 1985.
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by Amanda Patterson for Writers Write