Pure joy was in the air, you could feel it all around you as soon as we approached the Hindu Temple. Uncle Charlie quite literally met us with open arms, diving in for hugs all around as he introduced himself and welcomed us into his community. His clothes were stained purple, his face dusted in a white powder, his hair showing off streaks of pink. It was the festival of colors; The festival of love; Phagwa; or what the West more commonly knows it as, Holi. It's the Hindu festival of spring where people of all ages come out to play in an afternoon of throwing col[...]
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