As the dusk settled, the streets of Little India were buzzling with cars, people on shopping spree and onlookers like us taking snaps and enjoying the colours, fragance and frenzy of deepavali bazar. The streets glowed in electric blue, purple, yellow and orange lights. Home far away from home was in all its beauty.Every festival comes with lot of happiness, energy and hope and when it leaves, there is a silent promise to comeback year after year to satiate the human mind which finds delight in having something to look forward to...
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ReplyDeleteGood one Bindu. Keep writing !
ReplyDeleteThanks Smita:-) how are you??
ReplyDeleteI m good ..how is ur job going on?
ReplyDeleteSo far so good...:-) long time since we met...
ReplyDeleteGood one Bindu, Felt happy that Iam not alone some of my frnds are like me only :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Vinita and Aruna. @ Aruna, good to hear that you too share the same feelings.:-)
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