Whether she needed convincing is something no one knows for sure, but she agreed to the fact that her brother was the greatest, and that the word on that should be spread, so that her nephew also agreed. To convince the kid, who was well known to be obstinate, she grabbed him, sat down with him on her lap, and then warmed up the situation - the comfortable seat was a pyre, and the heat came from leaping flames. Just or the record, soon after, the baddie was offed by an incarnation of Vishnu and all was well with the world. And every Holi-eve night, an effigy of Holika is burned, a symbolic purge of the old, dirty and negative aspects of the year that was. The next morning, all, sundry and those not allergic to coloured powder and paint celebrate Holi with a great splashing about and revelry.
Mom just smiles and adds a few more splashes of brilliance to the already vivid palette.