“It’s Holi! And I am away from home!”
Promita travels down memory lane to the cacophonous and chromatic Calcutta. How long has it been since she boarded a canary yellow taxi? That too, after countless refusals. She wonders if those blue private buses still ply, racing against each other like madmen to haul as many passengers on board. Instinctively, she mutters a silent prayer to Ma Kali. That ebony face with a red tongue protruding out still induces goosebumps. She realises that colours always have been an integral part of her childhood. If only she had taken notice of them!