Sankranthi

I'm a city girl at heart, give me Manhattan any day. Then there are times when a village lures you into its tranquility and an aura unique to itself. Add to it a festival and the ambience is splendid. This particular festival is called Sankranthi and marks the end of the harvesting season in January. Rangolis, flying kites, sesame seed laddus and rotis, boggi manta(camp fire), bullock-cart processions are what one would popularly associate with Sankranthi.

Every once in a while we manage to visit India around this time of the year to take part in all the festivities. With the immediate family around there is a lot of action going on.

Imagine yourself sitting on a cot under a huge banyan tree with some gentle cool breeze blowing from the nearby fields, birds chirping, water flowing into the fields, rhythmic bells ringing as the cattle till the soil.Its a welcome change for city dwellers like us to spend some time in leisure, watching the villagers go about doing their daily chores. This picture is what pulls us back into the nurturing arms of our village.