So when I stepped out of home at 615 it was just dawn but on both sides I could see the glow of beautiful bhogi fires. As I walked past them there was this warmth that came through. Couple of old gentlemen in our colony went about complimenting each fire maker.
And then this, two women from the house in front of mine, deeply engrossed in drawing the muggu. The care they take in drawing, coloring and giving messages is beautiful. Its as if they are given permission to do that this particular day or festival. And they do it with all the passion of an artist.
| Bhogi mantalu |
| Big one! |
| Beautiful |
I found that colonies like ours or Czech colony had proper fires with logs and even a base. I could see the watchmen of each apartment going about making arrangements. I decided to go to the Sanatnagar area where the roads are narrower. Surprisingly far fewer fires there.
This was one of the few fires and I liked how most people in the apartment came down and clicked a picture. In fact the one clicking a picture is a passerby they caught and got to click. One happy bunch they were.
Happy Bhogi!
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