Wow! where did that
October go? The start of autumn
is always a happy-busy time - all our main festivals are lined up one
after another, beginning with the Navaratri and ending with Diwali. Incidentally, there is a Halloweenesque festival tucked in that month of Indian fiesta too, the day before Diwali fourteen lamps are placed around the house as a mark of respect for "unsatisfied spirits".
So glad to sit down for some quiet and get back to Write...Edit...Publish, the monthly bloghop hosted by Denise Covey, wish you good health and happiness and happy writing always, Denise! The prompt for this month is a ghost story.
So glad to sit down for some quiet and get back to Write...Edit...Publish, the monthly bloghop hosted by Denise Covey, wish you good health and happiness and happy writing always, Denise! The prompt for this month is a ghost story.
Just want to mention here that a mushaira is a gathering of poets to recite their poetry, sometimes
in competition, rather like a musical/poetic duel. A literary face
off. It is an Arab-Persian tradition that
came to India centuries ago and survives in many parts of India and Pakistan. But Ruphail and its fair are completely fictional, of course.
The Mushaira
For
most of the year, Ruphail was a village that lived in happy anonymity, minding
its wheat-fields and corn-, its livestock and tractors, its library, station
and a single school. But every autumn,
it was transformed by the biggest, grandest month-long fair, from the first
night of the Navaratri to Diwali.
