In the scriptures of the Hindu Religion, a widow is forbidden from
enjoying life by marking days, eating bland food, living in bleak
surroundings, thinking colourless thoughts of penance and
wearing white clothes. They are believed to be sinners and must
not budge from their chosen path of renunciation. One day in a
year, when they are given the choice of celebrating life during the
popular spring festival of colour in India, better known as Holi, a
mixed feeling of euphoria and guilt grips them. Their severe
struggle to stay alive for all days in a year, suddenly stop making
any sense. Hence, throwing caution to the wind, while some of the
widows take a leap of faith in trying to find a real meaning to
staying alive happily for atleast one day, others remain in a
dilemma. They fight the battle between spontaneity and scriptures
and eventually some are successful in finding a meaning to their,
otherwise, meaningless and bleak existence. The power within
these women drive them to soar high as Phoenix from the ashes
and see a new life for one day while discarding the struggle that
each one of them goes through every day. On such a day fate
appears weak before their strong desire to make a choice………a
right to make a choice to be happy.