As it is believed in India that with the onset of different seasons, different flavours the festivities also takes a different toll as we have ‘thirteen festivities in twelve months’ that’s just a saying but it stands true to every tiny bit of it if we see or observe carefully everyday in India is dedicated to one God or Goddess like Monday for Shiva, Tueday is booked for Hanuman ji, Wednesday is reserved for Ganeshji or bhagwan Buddha, Thursday for Shirdi Sai ji then comes Friday which is already captured by Santoshi maa, the poor Saturday is again hacked by the maruti ohno not maruti udyog but our young manly macho bachelor shri Hanumanji & Shani bhagwan, from there on I catch up with thread of our beloved ancestors yes because shri Hanuman ji also belongs to the family of apes as he has a long tail or the species of monkey resembles him yes we cannot deteriorate the dignity of any bhagwan or god then the ancestors will also get angry which I cannot dare to perturb them in any way as a living monster I know I am very much disturbing or poking the living along with the non-living…
As of now jokes apart I personally can feel every change in the season by the aroma of the breeze the local flora and fauna, the changing hues of the blue sky who happens to be my new lover may change after some time the puffy clouds running across its chest recklessly the bare naked leafless trees pointing towards one long summer zone followed by wet monsoons with those huge magnanimous clouds decorating the sky with their magnitude followed by a musical orchestrated performance of sound and light the DJ being the lord of lords Mr. Indra himself who perpetually takes many of my selfies at night thus disturbing my sound slumber when streaks of white lightning peep inside my bedside window then that ear deafening sound of the resonating clouds showing their might by shouting at each other in that high pitched manly voice and now just now while I am scribbling these lines Mr. cloud applauded at the fringe of my ear with that many amplified voice that yes I am very much there by your side… the smell of the golden yellow sunshine that comes after long rainy days evokes so many countless desires which were deep embedded in the hearts during this hibernating session of sun all of that gets overflowed when the crimson yellow light basks the whole world followed by winter with a different blanket of its own laced with snow, fog mist and dew…
to be continued…
Part 2 of this article – HERE