Pedaling down to home from tuition, I saw a massive crowd outside the temple. I
recognized it was a day of Soorasamhaara (festival). Aside that massive crowd,
my eyeball focused on those mouth-watering dishes (prasada), just like Arjuna focused on the parrot eyes amidst the concrete jungle.
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| Delicious prasada |
Wasting no
time, I pounced upon those delectable dishes.
I took some
and walked across my home. Soon after reaching home, I offered my dad with a
handful of prasada with a wacky smile.
He, to my
surprise, with an intent look shouted furiously, which left me aghast.
“Idiot,
where is your bicycle?”
The Festival
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Reviewed by Gowthama Rajavelu
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Hahaha....... Nice one :)
ReplyDeleteSeems like you too have experience one :-P
DeleteFunny! :P
ReplyDeleteHe He he... Thank you Rohan :-D
DeleteWhere is your bicycle? hehe.
ReplyDeleteHa ha... Actually it was very old so no one even bothered to go near it. It stood safe where I left, near the temple :-D ;-)
DeleteWhen there is food, nothing else matters! :D
ReplyDeleteExactly Jane... He he he :-D ;-) Bicycle, who cares!?
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