this blog derives its name from the festival that fell today this year: Makara Sankranti!
The winter ends and Surya deva begins traversing the Uttarayana. A very auspicious time for spiritual aspirants, it signifies renewal of inner energies and is a joyous occasion to welcome a new light of wisdom in our life. I miss my favourite festival of childhood: miss the kite flying with friends, miss the Pongal, miss all that colour in life. Every year this time I just wish to see the reddish brown earth of Hyderabad. As the Sun soars high up on a January mid-day, a lone kite would bravely fly into the skies intent on claiming its place in the air and cast is shadow on the earth below. to behold that shadow on a Bhogi day, that is my wish, its a joy inexpressible here.
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Hope your wish comes true soon!
Happy makara sankranti to you too.
Like you, I also miss kites. Not that kites could not be flown on other days, but their connection to sankranti and Hyderabad is irreplaceable. Well, I take pleasure in putting up a bommala koluvu every year and eating chakra pongal. But for the snow, we would have flown kites this year.
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