THAT UNENDING ROAD...........

As the darkness of the night unfurled, it brought in an eerie ambience signaling the chance to deliver the last words for the parting Goddess. The darkness got darker and even darker; but, the first rays of light illuminating our eyelids did not stand for that erstwhile happiness. It stood for desertion, agony and with it the painful throbbing of our hearts for Her departure. No one knew that three consequent days of utter enjoyment could end so fast and bring to us once again the life of our “extreme” routine. When, for even a split of second, the thought strikes our mind, tears fill our eyes and we give them freedom to start their journey and end in the depths of the earth.

Now as the blithely clad figures shall dart to the marquees, for their last rendezvous with the Goddess, with women frolicking with bowls of vermillion with their contemporaries, those same forms shall return with drooped shoulders toward their homes, slowly traipsing through the street; tears shall roll down their cheeks. But, those drops are of sorrow as well as of enthusiasm. They feel they have given their everything unto this organization and recline upon those pleasant memories with the Goddess, gladly waiting for their turn to come next year