There are several versions about the origin of Holi festival in India. The following is the one I came to know while I was there.
Hiranyakashipu was the king of demons. He had been granted a boon by Brahma, the god of creation, which made it almost impossible for him to be killed. He grew arrogant because of this and demanded that people stop worshipping gods to become devoted to him only. Prahlada, his own son, continued his offerings and his prayers to Vishnu so that the king condemned him to death. His father tried to poison him but the poison became nectar in his mouth. He was trampled by elephants but remained unharmed. He was put in a room full of poisonous snakes and survived.
The king then asked his daughter, Holika, to seat on a pyre with his brother in her arms. She was given a boon that prevented her to be burned by fire. Miraculously, thank to Vishnu, the flames encased Holika’s body while the boy survived the fire. From that day on, Indian people celebrate Holi, to welcome a new life as well as the arrival of spring.
This is why people light small fires in the streets during this day and sing and dance around them. The most famous feature of this festivity are the colorful powders people throw at each other and believe me when I say it’s quite difficult to wash them off. And if Holi is the beginning of a new season and a new life, for me it’s actually the end of my vacation in India.
I want to thank my very good friends Vikram and Bhawna for their hospitality, their kindness and for everything they have done for me.
You guys made my staying in India unforgettable and I will always be grateful to have friends like you.
I love you.
My Indian Vacation Soundtrack:  Saturday Saturday Kardi Rehndi