Chanced upon two battered cars on the way to work this morning. One was filled to the rafters with men folk, some young, some getting on, all full of smiles, all rather rustic. One sardine caught my eye. He was sandwiched between youth in the backseat, wearing a voluminous maroon and gold turban, not quite the dunce cap that we know, and as happy as a Cheshire cat, smiling in beatific abandonment of time. The car’s windshield caught my attention. Pasted on it on plain A4 size paper, written in bumpkin hand, were the following words: Happy New Year 2014, ‘bor jatri gari’, bibaho. The she-car followed behind, chock-a-block with faces that looked much the same; faces that were transported to an urban jungle from some unpronounceable environ. One damsel stood out, she was wearing large gold coloured earrings, her face fed-up (couldn’t see the rest of her) as she ambled along in the car that the washer had not done justice to. On a sweltering morning the denizens were making sure that they had their money’s worth where hiring transport was concerned. And on the windshield pasted on plain A4 size paper, written in the same hand, were the following words: Happy New Year 2014, ‘shubho nobo barsho’, bibaho. It warmed the cockles of my heart that a marriage was as happy as ringing out the old and ringing in the new. God bless the couple………they’ll need it.
Posted on: Wed, 12 Mar 2014 07:45:58 +0000
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