Pink day

Navraatri, meaning festival of 9 nights (nav-9, raatri-nights) is celebrated all over India even though it's a north Indian thing. It involves dancing the Garba (google it), praying to god, thanking him for all that he's given you, buying-wearing new clothes, eating loads of sweets, meeting relatives, etc. an interesting thing abt Navraatri is that every one of the nine days is assigned a specific colour, and everyone wears that day's colour. Literally, EVERYONE. It was pink on, I think, The 9th day (I don't know any of this stuff, I'm a south Indian settled in Mumbai, but the thing abt Mumbai is that ALL festivals are celebrated here. You can celebrate Navraatri wether you're Gujarati or not, you can celebrate Pongal wether your kannadiga, malayali, Telugu, tamiliyan or punjabi. "Yahaan pe sab chalta hai" meaning -in Mumbai, anything is possible) is pink. And on that 9th day, I saw something I don't think I'll see ever again (except maybe on next year's Navraatri). This is what I saw-
EVERY SINGLE WOMAN in the ladies compartment, EVERY SINGLE ONE, was in pink, including myself. The compartment, which was this fungus-y green colour, glowed pink. Not even a nice pink, but a hideous, bright, light pink which does absolutely nothing for the Indian skin tone. It was the most awesome as well as the most disturbing thing I've seen in the trains (thus far). Interestingly, on the other 8 days, abt 50% of the women were in the colour of the day, but on that day, 100%. I tried to take a picture, but the women started giving me the look nd I couldn't . But I tried. AND got pictures. (take that, noisy-woman-next-to-me-who-kept-stepping-on-my-foot). Interstingly#2, I had unknowingly worn pink too :O