A lost town or the original inhabitants have migrated elsewhere, no sign of owness in air I felt since two days at my hometown. A hustle and bustle busy street full crowd of unknown peoples was just a faint dream for me for a while. Not a single friend or talkies around whom I could speak in native tongue, a whisking gushing monkey capped labours, private employees and tourists covered whole town as if town was bartered for some days with some town of Bengal or Bihar. A fright inside me churned like a ‘Keema’ believe me I really could figure out future of our children would be really sarcastic if this crowd gets more concentrated in coming time but I consoled to myself ‘it’s just a few days hangover and our people will be back soon!’,’ with a smile.
A Durga Pandals lightening with a glamorous twinkling bulbs, a durga’s recital songs in the surrounding in a Bangla, Bhojpuri tunes for me all I did was closed my eyes for a while, all it appeared in front of me was a big question mark. I am a hindu by birth as well as a Nepali Brahmin but when it comes to an existence I would rather go for a safeguarding a motherland then a religion first.
All I saw, whatever I felt, let it be a momentarily change unless the holidays are over. A beacon signals a disguise unfamiliarity which should now be realised by all of our responsible old civilians else the day is not so far that 365 days one will hear a ‘Honk!’ of Rickshaw. The king’s people are not safer now or the oldest of old loyal communities, India took by chance the tiny state but the contradiction of new influx may not create a ruins in history, I appeal to everyone to stand up now and voice from the deepest end of the heart & faith for the soil.