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A book of poetry for all of your moods and genres, just look in brackets and choose the one that fits your mood. Be it mini poems or reverse - haiku, sonnet or acrostic. Be it...
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My fingers glide over, The golden embroidery. The deep red border, Soft cream fabric, The beautiful saree... I breathe in the air. It's the essence of flowers, Blended with incense, Compounded with the beating Of some drums 🥁. "Eat something darling," I hear my mother say. "No, it's astami," I reply. "I'll fast like every other. She shakes her head in defeat. We wear our jewellery, A bindi, a hint of lipstick. It's girl time in the house. Papa just sits there, Watching us get ready. And the priest chants the hymns We pray and throw the flowers At the feet of the Goddess. Now we're free to stuff ourselves. So comes the puris, Sweets, savouries, special dishes. And suddenly it all disappears. It was a dream from another time. Another life it feels. I'm here in my white apron, Trying to make some oldie, Take her meds. And that's how is my Astami. Gone, drifted, forgotten. In the melee called life.
A/N This is a memory of the festivals in India 🇮🇳. The durgapuja.
