Missing My Town....

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It is more than 3 years since I have been a part of Chhath celebrations at my hometown. Born and brought up among these festivals, I really miss the excitement we used to have for them. As I said, I love Diwali….it is my favourite festival and the following Chhath has equally been of importance. I miss the way we used to welcome these festivals….

Early morning around 4, we used to get ready to take a stroll down the bridge…simply to witness the heavenly scene of thousands of 'diyas' lit around the river and many floating in as well….people folding hands and standing in water…dip till their waist….the chants... vermilion marked foreheads...fragrance of incense sticks.....
...it showed the real religious India....the faith...the presence of the Almighty.....nothing superstitious...but just the belief that there is someone above you- taking care of you.....

In Mumbai, things are different. Here we have a different culture around. I know the entire city (almost)….yet I feel I am not a part of it. Here - life is free - yet we are in limitations. Everything is at the doorstep…yet every moment appears to be busy…Comfort is available in every way…yet there is no peace of mind….

I miss my town….my people….my society….my birthplace….

…..specially during festivals….

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