Here is the latest in our series of blogs by Glasgow students.

Jasmine Patel is a former Miss India UK contestant and studies journalism at GCU. She has creative flair in every way.

Looking through the open window everyone was full of joy. Vibrant colours flew through the air and scattered everywhere. The fun had already begun and the city had gone mad. There was an instant cacophony of sound. During the spring season, Hindus celebrate the festival of colours. Loud screaming and shouting meant I woke up to a day where unity is restored between one another and selfless devotion is expressed towards the Lord, above all else ... Colour smeared on my face. Where did that come from? I looked in the mirror; my face was glowing orange. The front door rattled vigorously from the constant hard-hitting banging. A surprise headed my way. Glistening red powder had covered my hair. A rainbow of coloured powder was drifting into my entrance. That was it, I grabbed the sparkling sky blue powder I had bought, pulled the door shut and ran after them. Everyone was out in the streets and laughter filled the air. Someone crept up behind me and I could feel wetness rolling down my back, someone had thrown pink coloured powder but had mixed it with water first. Later that morning, I made a traditional visit to the temple. The idols of God looked exquisite in their shrines, dressed in white with a variety of coloured powders arranged in front of them. The oldest religion on earth spends this very day throwing colours; have you ever wondered why? "It's a time where we overcome the darkness of ignorance in to the light of true knowledge. Holi symbolises the story of Prahlad, a devotee who refused to believe his father, Hiranyakashipu to be above all gods. After numerous attempts to kill Prahlad, Hiranyakshipu's sister Holika, who is meant to be immune to fires, sat with Prahlad in a pyre in an attempt to kill him. Due to her behaviour, Prahlad was saved and Holika was burned alive. Hence, the reason why this festival is called Holi." Splash! Radiant green powder dropped on to my head, followed by glossy yellow. A roar of shrieking cries surrounded me. I went to my friend's house. I knocked once, no answer. I knocked twice, still no answer. Thankfully she opened the door third time round. A gush of vivid watery lilac powder stained my face, my arms, in fact my entire body. As I stood petrified and drenched, my friend clutched the door nearly falling down with raucous, hysterical laughter. I tried to clean myself up but stains like these do not come off. I now looked like a canvas painting. My Facebook, Twitter and Instagram was flooded by tweets, comments and selfies. My WhatsApp pings wouldn't end with the countless messages and pictures. Everyone was #Holi2015. During Holi celebrations, behaving outrageously is normal. Although, do be careful of others around you. It's the perfect time to familiarise yourself with being stared at, whilst taking the bus or train home. But just remember, they will never know how much fun you really had to be transformed in