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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The Dark Netizen 
Arrrgh! 🙂
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Hahaha! 😉
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I appreciate the bhang link haha! Dig the hard left turn in the mood at that party. Nothing like a potential shower of blood to ruin a good time.
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Hahaha! True that! 😉
Have a taste for the bloody and macabre? 😛
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Some would call it a guilty pleasure XD
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the sudden change in atmosphere was well captured.
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I guess that’s a good time for a sneak attack.
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Well narrated.. succinct.
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Looked like a scene from sholay or one of those dacoit movies we watched when we were small… Liked the bhang référence
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Oh yes! 😀
I drew my inspiration from there! 🙂
Thank You! 😀
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Oye Sambha, holi kab hai re! Not a great day for Ramgarh people.
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