She was being beautiful with her age, I could notice that. Her eyes were more addictive and cheeks were even rosier than my last vacation. “Next time, I will prefer a red rose with your knee on the ground” I tried to flirt, she ignored with a smile.
“My husband left me and me as an illiterate got no jobs. I use to clean utensils but the money wasn’t enough to fill my and Maya’s stomach. I begged for jobs but I didn’t get any. Maya was an year old when she got ill and I had no money for her hospital bills.
The days of crows at first,
How eagerly it would come on my rooftop,
Mom would shower it with varieties of food,
And with all its mate, delighted, it would finish it up.
The day of lil puppies the next , how early i would wake up.
Cutely wrap it with flowers, tikas all over.
Day of a holy cow, incarnation of goddess laxmi, the next
Bhailo is fun and you can play the entire day at one place you’re wrong again Bhailo group have to visit all 14 Anchal(Zone) and 75 Jilla(District) so they are always in hurry.
The day of tika, she’d be full of excitement, dashami, the day to dress up pretty, put tika and jamara from their grandparents, parents, uncles and aunts, demand for more dakshina than her sister, then, visit mamaghars, forehead full of red tika, three leaves of jamara behind her ear kept in place with her hair clip and a small handbag to keep her dakshina safely, she was happy, she was home.