Bigger the better, and to make a statement shinier ones used to be the choice;
~praveen
and the more the number of ‘Rakhis’ on my wrist the more I used to rejoice…
Rakshabandhan was the most special festival—for the least number of holidays demanded higher intensity of celebration;
there was much more to it than just reinforcing sister-brother relations…
No other dates on the calendar those days symbolized what I eagerly waited for;
this used to be the first excuse to break the—year-long—routine bound ‘school days chore’!
After all these formalities, we all used to resort back to play;
all I can remember about those days is we never counted the hours in a day…
We never counted those lovely hours in a day!
