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"Save the color for the grey days, Arjun," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the drums.

As the video reached its final seconds, a young Arjun appeared in the frame, breathless and covered in yellow turmeric. He turned the camera toward his grandmother, who was sitting on a porch, away from the madness. She didn’t throw powder; she simply held up a handful of flower petals and blew them toward the lens. Rangili 1.mp4

The "1" in the filename was the most poignant part. It was the first video Arjun had ever taken with his own phone, a gift for his eighteenth birthday. He remembered the smell of wet earth and sandalwood that day. "Save the color for the grey days, Arjun,"

For Arjun, "Rangili"—meaning colorful—was more than just a name. It was the nickname he gave to his grandmother’s village during the Holi festival. He finally clicked play. She didn’t throw powder; she simply held up

Children with faces painted in neon greens and earthy reds were chasing a stray dog that seemed just as excited as they were. In the corner of the frame, his grandfather—usually a stern man of few words—was clumsily trying to dance to a rhythmic drumbeat, his white kurta now a canvas of orange and blue.