My Special Experience
on Dussehra
Every year when
Dussehra arrives, but it does not mean very much to me. Nor do I feel
something special. In the morning I touch the feet of my elder, and after some
time I start sending WhatsApp messages to my friend and teachers. Then I get
busy with with the bit of homework assignments.
Then sometimes we go
to temple. And then I play with my friends, eat and sleep.
Today was one of those
'sometimes' when we went to the temple on Dussehra along with my family half -
heartedly. Though one part of my brain kept nagging about the fact that I
should pray to God with full devotion, the other kept reminding it that this
was not possible because there are hundreds of people around me talking, laughing
and pushing each other. However for the first time, on my way to the temple, I
saw a girl dancing on a rope, an old women asking for some money and two
children requesting for some food.
Maybe I saw it every
time but I had noticed it for the first time. I tried to ignore them but their requests for food and money kept ringing in my ears until I have all
of them what they desired. As I gave money to the girl, her exasperated face
brightened. As I gave money to the old lady, her face got suffused with
happiness. And as I gave two bananas to both the children, who were now lying
on the footpath hopelessly, I saw the their eyes full of hunger, illuminate with a small ray of hope.
And then I realised
that festivals are not only about enjoying ourselves. They are about giving
others also a chance to enjoy themselves.
