Another year, another Holi. In 2011, I framed the event as a much needed means of relieving tension and inhibitions. In 2012, it was a way of finding solace in constants. Now, I cannot happily joke about color bombs in light of Boston’s actual bombs. But I know this: for every terrible thing in this world, I can name one thousand awesome or beautiful or good things, and Holi is one of them.