Thursday, January 19, 2012

Sankranti- traditions endure

Sankranti; the Harvest Festival. One of our most important festivals. The day when you pray to the Sun God for a bountiful year. A festival which I never celebrate, because I did not see its relevance to a city-bred person like me.
And yet, on Sankranti day, dawn found me running on a bridge over an inlet of the sea. I caught the Sun playing hide and seek behind the skyscrapers. I saw its preening at its reflection in the placid waters. The Sun’s rays warmed my arms, lit up my heart.
Even if I deny my traditions, they endure.
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drabble is a story told in exactly 100 words.

4 comments:

Margot Kinberg said...

Natasha - I think our traditions really do shape and affect us. They are part of what make us who we are even if we don't really believe them. Oh, and I just love that 'photo!

Cozy in Texas said...

Interesting story with a lovely picture.
Ann

Mary said...

What a lovely tradition. Thanks for sharing it with us. You told the story well and it led me to read the others like it on your blog. I enjoyed the time I spent here and I'll be back. I hope you have a wonderful day. Blessings...Mary

Stephen Tremp said...

What a fun post. Traditions are fun but I don;t do them either. Except for Oktoberfest.

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