The celebrations were vibrant like every year.
The townsfolk were making merry in the streets, enjoying the festival of colours. Powders and waters of different hues were being tossed around. The blues mixed with the greens and the yellows to create a joyous chaos. No one noticed at first that the people suddenly falling down, were not collapsing because of the effects of bhang. They only realised the truth when they saw that the red on the fallen was not colour.
The dacoits had attacked!
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