On my way to native, I was walking to catch the bus. It was the busy market of Jayanagar 9th Block. The familiar scene unfolded. Honking cars, the BEST motor bike of young hero bullying around to find its way, the street urchins searching for brisk business with their evening champaka mogra and other flowers which were giving perceptible change in the air! Banana plants, roasted or boiled ground-nuts and corn on sale. Moulded, clay Gowri Ganesha idols waited in grace.
Over-the-edge cab drivers were cursing each other in rage. Not amused by the usual proceedings, my thoughts just stopped once!
Each day we are learning something new and growing. This is a wonderful world!
And then my eyes stopped at a shop on my right where a couple, whose face I really didn’t notice, but saw their hands holding on to their little girl, dressed in a pink frock. Must be 3 or 4 years old. Fair skinned, small curly hair falling gently over her forehead. Shine in her eyes looked enthusiastic, as she held a small Ganesha idol along with those pink and yellow flower garland with green in middle.
It was a good treat to the eyes.
In that short moment I don’t know why, but I was suddenly reminded of those joyful festive moments at my native place. It made me feel nostalgic.
Gowri Ganesha festival, we call it Ganesh Chowti, is one of the biggest festivals which we celebrate in my place. I always look forward to it. Hadn’t miss it even once in these 25 years!