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.
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 Reviewed by T R Gowthama on 22:12 Rating: