Welcome back, Stranger!

EVERYBODY!!! HOLLY’S BACK!!!

 

HOLLLEEEEE!!!!!

 

*Grabs Holly in rib-cracking hug, air-supply restricting hug*

 

holi hey...

holi aayi rang phut pade

yeh chalak chalak woh dhalak dhalak

phir baaje ghungru dhol bade yeh

yeh chalak chalak woh dhamak dhamak

sab nikle hain pee peeke ghade

yeh lapak lapak woh dhumak dhumak

cham cham naache pariyo ki dhunein

yeh thirak thirak woh matak matak

 

Do you have any frickin’ idea how much I’ve missed you?! I resurfaced in LJ land three weeks ago and found your blog and Miriam’s blog deleted and got really, really freaked out. I was on my way to check out the obits when Paro took pity on me and apprised me of the situation. How was Rome, Hollikins? Where else did you go?

The Bridesmaid Brigade is now complete!! You know, Tonya, you, me and Paro. That’s like the Marauders. We should get nicknames and a secret handshake. 

 

I missed you pathetically, dear! LJ wouldn’t have been the same without you and Lawrence. Be sure to give him my love!

 

Ahem, the above is actually a Hindi song about the Holi festival. Paro would recognize it. It means, in translation:

 

Holly’s (Holi’s) here!

Holi’s here, in an explosion of colour,

The bells ring out and drumbeats roll,

The streets dance in drunken abandon,

It’s a season of joy, my love!

 

Well, I thought it was appropriate!

 

*Goes off to a private corner to squee some more*