This was taken on the day of Holi, the Indian celebration of fertility and rebirth – celebrated by throwing colored powder on everyone. I celebrated it by staying over night with the family of the girl in this picture, Deepa, and dancing and throwing dye powder literally all night.
This photo was taken the morning after – tired and full of tea and good food, we struggled to be as enthusiastic as we’d been the night before. I sat out of the dancing with the excuse that I was documenting the day with my camera.
For a moment, Deepa stopped running and dancing. For some reason, the packed street was clear for a moment as I took this photo (not an amazing one, I know.) making her seem alone and kind of melancholy, while in reality she had just been tackled and soaked by a bucket of purple dye, then a friend had mock-slapped her on the cheek with red and green fingers.