It's Viswakarma Puja today. The city is in a festive mood. As I came out of my home to catch the office bus in the morning, I saw a lot of vehicles to be unusually dressed up. Taxis and Auto Rickshaws went past me, decorated with balloons, banyan trees, and flower garlands. It brought a feel good factor to the day as a whole.
As I was sitting in the office bus window, which sped past the EM Bypass, I saw a wonderful scene. A father and son were walking together. The father was dressed in all new Punjabi, Pajama and Urni. And well, the son too had the same suit. Same color of Punjabi, same Pajama and same Urni, but all in small sizes. They were walking hand in hand. As I saw them, the proud father and the sweet kid, my mind was tinged with a gush of happiness. I wanted to believe that the world is still a happy place. Innocence, selfless love, belongingness, still exist. Exist here, in this troubled world, exist here in my beloved city.
I came to office. There are quite a few Chawls or Jhupris outside my office building, which sell all kinds of food items. From Roti-Sabji-Chicken Curry selling Lunchwallas, to Chai ki Dukaans, to Paan-Cigarettewallas, you can find them all here. Today, many of them are shuttered down. They are celebrating the worship of Lord Viswakarma. Maybe some of them are flying kites. Maybe they are smiling, as the colorful kites soar up the sky and adorn the blues.
Inside office, the colleague sitting beside me was in all smiles. He comes with a fixed shuttle driver everyday. Today the driver has gifted him with a packet full of sweets. As he shared one with me, and I put it in my mouth, the sweet taste also filled my heart with sweetness.
A different day...a day of happiness!
