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You’re told that an event that’s dear to your heart — an annual fair, festival, or conference — will be cancelled forever (or taken over by an evil organization). Write about it. For your twist, read your piece aloud, multiple times. Hone that voice of yours!



Since it is Dusshera (Vijay Dashmi) time in my country, India, I remember  an incident  of my childhood that suits to today’s prompt.

To begin with, those who don’t know what Dusshera is, I would like to throw some light on that. Dusshera is the tenth day of the Navratri, one of the biggest festivals celebrated in India. It marks the victory of the good over the evil as on this day Lord Rama and his forces emerged victorious over the ten-headed demon kings Ravana, his brother and son Meghnad & Kumbhkaran. Also, Goddess Durga had killed the demons after a long battle. For more details, click here.

A glimpse of the celebrations in India –

Now, coming back to my narrative, being children who had not entered their teen’s, my siblings & I were too excited to go to the Dusshera fair. We had read in the books and heard a lot from our grandparents about this festival & fair and this doubled our excitement. Obviously, it was a chance to visualize all that we had heard & read. Moreover, the ice-cream treat after the fair ended & the ride with dad were the other attractions. And, this all was being planned from a long time and the countdown started on the first day of Navratri (the nine-day festival). Our elders could get any work done by us in the name of fair. As kids, we did also but now it seems to be a stupidity. But then this is probably the fun & charm of being kids. They are so pure at heart. They find happiness in the smallest of the pursuits and while growing up we forget that art, but we still say, we have grown up. Ironic, isn’t it?

Any ways, the fair. Yes, everything went as planned until the ninth day when we got to know in the evening when dad returned home that we would not to be able to go to the fair tomorrow as he had to leave  the town that very night owing to some medical emergency with some relatives. I was too small to understand what went wrong. All I could gather from the discussion was that dad had to leave & so we won’t be going the day after as my mum could in no way handle the ‘little us’ alone in that rush created by large masses & mob. So, we were disheartened but and sad.  That night mom got busy with dad’s packing and stuffs and by the time she got free, we were asleep. The next morning was a terror for mum. An outburst from her kids, say a minute revolt. We shouted and cried that how can you people not fulfil what you promised? We were adamant for our demand of going to the fair. Mom had to put in more effort than she though to be able to convince us and make us smile. But, for some obvious reasons, she succeeded. You know, how mums are.

So, this was the incident when we had our voices loud enough to break the mirrors. Looking forward to some such incidents from your end too. Feel free to share.


If you could zoom through space in the speed of light, what place would you go to right now?

My Answer would be –


Happy Home is a place that exists in future….sounds impractical….but it isn’t as with your writing skills intact you can travel anywhere and that’s what the assignment also says.

So, getting back to “Happy Home” of those million and most important dreams of mine. I really get puzzled and worried to see the children and elderly people being thrown out of the house (I really don’t like using this phrase, but unfortunately that’s  a reality). And this is the driving force behind this dream of mine. Once, I have enough money to be able to sustain them, I’ll create our ‘Happy Home’ wherein those special children of God who are left abandoned and those elderly people who are forced to face difficulties at this age by those whose comfort was their prime concern always (i.e. their own children) will live happily together.

The elderly imbibing those morals and values in the little kids and the kids helping the former believe that “Life is always simple, we complicate it”, donating smiles to each other, taking care of each other, standing for each other, being there for each other. The children will get the love they deserve and the oldies will get the respect in return. The care will be mutual. Both of these age group people will get something they were deprived of and this will probably create a sense of happiness, joy and contentment in them. They will feel special and valued. And this feeling is enough to spark in someone the spirit to live. And, my life will be best lived if I am able to bring smiles to their faces. I’ll be on cloud nine.

‘Happy Home’ has no physical demarcations as of now, no real architectural plan in my mind. But, something’s that it will surely have are a small library where both lovely kids and their grannies will find books to read, medical room for immediate help (keeping in mind the childhood and oldage when people are more vulnerable to infections and require medical aid), airy and spacious rooms for all, an aromatic kitchen, a big dinning hall where they will all eat together ( They say “A family that eats together, plays together, stays together.”, and yes we’ll be one such family.), lush green surroundings, a garden with beautiful flowers,  a playground (even if not that big) and  a common worshipping place.

Please do believe me when I say this, I have really lived there ‘in my visuals’ while writing this and this was something more than an awesome and wonderful experience. When the visuals are so amazing, the reality would be mesmerizing and pleasure-giving. I hope that day comes soon.