Foreign Colours
Writing this on Rakhi surely tells how free we actually are on festivals when we aren’t with our family. I am not a commie but capitalism and this fast paced world has surely impacted our personal lives a lot. I am 18 and collectively in these 18 years I have lived 5 years far from my family for my school and now college. This being not the first festival but my first Rakshabandhan without my family and mainly my sister. I was 10 when I first spent a festival which was The New Year far away from my family. With the tradition of going for a picnic (most probably to a waterfall) on new years my whole joint family was gathered together when I called to wish them a Happy New Year. I wished each one of them sounding joyful with my voice but tears flowing down on this side of the phone (I was successful not letting them know I was crying). From that day 8 years ago to this I have missed a lot of festivals and family traditions on those, living far from them. Well the tear...