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The wind had lost its bite, but humans still carry the coldness in their hearts...
Soft rays of sun entered through the crevices of my window and kissed me good morning. First thing which fall on my ears when I wake up is the
ringing of temple bells which is accompanied by the auspicious sounds of the conch and other mu sical instruments, to listen to it is simply bliss.
Very soothing and serene sight greeted me when I opened my window, the greens of the grass has become a chatterbox and was soon to be reverberated by the trees. Even nature was playing holi. Colouring the earth with greens and vibrant hues of blossoms.
I have heard that on this day people get to unite together forgetting all resentments and all types of bad feeling towards each other. The great Indian festival starts in the evening of Purnima or the Full Moon Day in the month of Falgun. It is celebrated with the name Holika Dahan or Choti Holi on first evening of the festival and the following day is called Holi.
Today was purnima first day of holi, so people have already started to gather the dried branches , leaves for the bonfire in evening.
What caught my sight was across the road there was a woman, mostly middle aged, clothes torn and tethered, she was gathering the dried sticks shed by the tree, may be for lighting her chulha.
And suddenly someone came shouting from the apartment as if he was the owner of that tree as if that woman stole some precious things. she was outside the compound walls, and afraid that this man would snatch away what she had gathered.
He used bad words and disrespectful language against that poor woman calling her thief, and asked her to put those sticks back, in the evening they required it for holika dahan, for the bonfire. All her pleading was in vain as the man was stone hearted.
With eyes full of tears and empty hands she went back to her hut.
My heart cried for that woman, and cursed that man who had lost his sense along with humanity.
Later the man not only gathered the dried sticks but also ripped some branches of the tree mercilessly.
In the evening rituals were performed by lighting up the bonfire and offering food and sweets to the so called goddess holika who might have burned these heartless people alive for their inhumane acts.
And there in that hut the woman and her children slept empty stomach, drinking just water.
This was not the festival which I had read in articles. It was the victory of good over evil, but here I saw the exact opposite.
The wind had lost its bite, but humans still carry the coldness in their hearts,
The nature had become ambient, congenial, blowing branches and tousling the hair of pedestrians -
but inhumanity in humans is still stealing the warmth from humans.
Why can't we learn something from nature, of how she gives her bounty to all her children, setting the example that we give to one another, we share with each other, that we should care and love each other.
#writcostorychallenge #writcocommunity #writcoholi #Festival #humanity #sanhita @Sanh9292
© Sanhita Sonavane
ringing of temple bells which is accompanied by the auspicious sounds of the conch and other mu sical instruments, to listen to it is simply bliss.
Very soothing and serene sight greeted me when I opened my window, the greens of the grass has become a chatterbox and was soon to be reverberated by the trees. Even nature was playing holi. Colouring the earth with greens and vibrant hues of blossoms.
I have heard that on this day people get to unite together forgetting all resentments and all types of bad feeling towards each other. The great Indian festival starts in the evening of Purnima or the Full Moon Day in the month of Falgun. It is celebrated with the name Holika Dahan or Choti Holi on first evening of the festival and the following day is called Holi.
Today was purnima first day of holi, so people have already started to gather the dried branches , leaves for the bonfire in evening.
What caught my sight was across the road there was a woman, mostly middle aged, clothes torn and tethered, she was gathering the dried sticks shed by the tree, may be for lighting her chulha.
And suddenly someone came shouting from the apartment as if he was the owner of that tree as if that woman stole some precious things. she was outside the compound walls, and afraid that this man would snatch away what she had gathered.
He used bad words and disrespectful language against that poor woman calling her thief, and asked her to put those sticks back, in the evening they required it for holika dahan, for the bonfire. All her pleading was in vain as the man was stone hearted.
With eyes full of tears and empty hands she went back to her hut.
My heart cried for that woman, and cursed that man who had lost his sense along with humanity.
Later the man not only gathered the dried sticks but also ripped some branches of the tree mercilessly.
In the evening rituals were performed by lighting up the bonfire and offering food and sweets to the so called goddess holika who might have burned these heartless people alive for their inhumane acts.
And there in that hut the woman and her children slept empty stomach, drinking just water.
This was not the festival which I had read in articles. It was the victory of good over evil, but here I saw the exact opposite.
The wind had lost its bite, but humans still carry the coldness in their hearts,
The nature had become ambient, congenial, blowing branches and tousling the hair of pedestrians -
but inhumanity in humans is still stealing the warmth from humans.
Why can't we learn something from nature, of how she gives her bounty to all her children, setting the example that we give to one another, we share with each other, that we should care and love each other.
#writcostorychallenge #writcocommunity #writcoholi #Festival #humanity #sanhita @Sanh9292
© Sanhita Sonavane
