"It's got religious significance about divine love and triumph of good over evil too, but it's a spring festival. The bit I always enjoy most is the colour parties where you where plain clothes, often white, get sprinkled in water and throw gulal powder at each other. It's bright coloured powder that stains everything. It's chaos. Beautiful and fun, but chaos." Daani smiled softly at memories of past Holi celebrations. She knew her experiences in the UK were not the same as what her parents had had growing up in India, but she enjoyed it all the same.
Daani had a good long think while she chewed on a slice of pizza, passing through several mouthfuls while she considered a few different angles. "We were both pretty career focussed," she admitted. "Still are as far as I know, but we'd pushed through my translator training and we were almost at the end of his Healer training. And as hard as it was a kid living it as an adult was different," she said slowly. "We were finding ways to make it work, making sure we made what time for each other we could. Taking joy in each other's successes," she said. Then she sobered slightly. "Of course we bickered, and argued, but nothing that said to me that we couldn't work through it, until the end. I'd already been thinking about the possibility of marrying him, and having children with him." The smile she gave was sad, too drained to cry again for the moment. She couldn't bring herself to regret anything about their relationship beyond her actions at the end. She wouldn't have agreed to moving in together if she hadn't already been serious, and yet she'd managed to screw it up beyond belief.