1 " ..now let's quickly turn over the cash you have in your wallet to the goddess." my mother asks my elder brother for Laxmi pujan. I onlook the transition in his carefree look, reshuffling the plastic cards, searching in the money clips, and checking his kurta's pockets. Then his shoulder, my father patting his back in an expression to devote cards including Aadhar ~ you are no less asset puttar. 2. Five miles from my house comes Kumhar auntie, selling lights home to home in exchange for grains. A basketful of terracotta diyas, oil lamps, kulhads on her head, the faith glinting in her eyes, and a deep curve on her lips in the face of the seasonal setback. I see, the barter system still prevails ~ a journey from earth to heart(h). 3. " The light has everything but nothing to drape the dark." he explains. I observe his sentence accent when he stresses over the daylight and night knowing they both constitute what's called a 'day'. I keep up unstated ~ light need not diffuse to solasta when it's already day. 4. Amidst the narrow streets, the lamps are still not lit, I am looking at when they will. " It is futile to wait here.. nothing but dingy..too dim to lit" my conscience speaks, "can't guarantee you the light ~ Retreat, Retreat".
