Incense is burning in this narrow street. Man are cooking on the floor. Voices, like scream ghost, are penetrated the old wall on rock. Spirit hidden under my curiosity push me to enter in a small house. I am passing the step. The room is full of woman, only woman. They are drinking spicy milk, petal of roses are flying in the air, this smell is mixing with incense. Woman are singing Krishna stories. We are few day before Holi and it's a way to pray and celebrate Krishna for his protection and help for a good fertile ground.