Every aspect of the day was a different experience. The then introvert getting validated before people , who had nothing to do but people watching, while I was carrying a lota to defecate into the woods.
All those flowers intricately embellished. The higher the bathukamma, the bigger was the family in status. And everybody seemed to happily accept the fact.
My favorite part was though to get draped in new clothes , get a dummy gun and get lost in the nature and noise.
బెబ్బరు ముద్దా :(, how hardly am I longing for you. Should get to making it.
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