Panguni, Powder and Proper Bath
Holi and Holige at Aunt Selvi’s. Aunt Selvi Dodda’s breakfast table is not furniture. It is a constitutional assembly. Steel tumblers stand like silent witnesses. The kaayhalu sits in a large bowl, serious and respectable. The kadabu steams with quiet dignity. And this morning, democracy is already failing. Jenny starts it. “Holi is next week,” she says, with the confidence of someone who has…













