Sound And Fury Of A Trance!

Folks!

I'm having extra rest today as it's Sunday.

The real one.

No hurries and worries.

My mother is in kitchen and my brother has gone to the farms.

My father is tending to the cow we revere the most.

My neighborhood is as peaceful as the land of Ukraine metaphorically.

An unknown sound is being produced out of multiple things, voices, noices, blarings, and many more.

In this way, I'm unable to concentrate.

But I'm making the interior of my head full of rage.

To cool it off I need some tea, then tomato soup, and later on some fruits.

It means I am absorbed in consuming for my own desires neglecting another important things.

Some terrible noise is now emerging from the outside.

My mother has responded quickly to that.

My Mother: It's a tableaux of Khaatu Shyaam today proceeding to the Krishna Temple.

People are so mesmerized with the presence of their God.

They are so cheerful and delighted that whole world is noticing them without a break.

I now doubt those watching them akwardly and foolishly knowing true sense of the celebration of this procession.

I'm proud of being a spirit and soul in a sound human body enchanted by the spectacle!

Mukesh Sir

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