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Short intro of Ganesh Festival : The festival is marked with the installation of Ganesh clay idols privately in homes, or publicly on elaborate pandals (temporary stages). The festival ends on the tenth day after start, the idol is carried in a public procession with music and group chanting, then immersed in a nearby body of water such as a river or sea, thereafter the clay idol dissolves and Ganesh is believed to return to Mount Kailash to Parvati and Shiva.
One Fine Day - Story #2
I was 7 year old,
I was at my native place for Ganesh Festival,
I was enjoying the vacation and fun at ancestral home.
It was the last day, everyone was excited in preparation for Ganesh Visarjan(immersion), I was very sad at the same time. I didnt wanted this vacation to end, I wanted Ganesh to stay. I started praying, begging that something happens and Lord Ganesh stays..
I heard sound of thunders.
In moments clouds burst into heavy rains and I was happy thinking that Ganesh wont leave. But my mother explained me, that it is
Goddess Parvati who's calling her son Ganesh in this way,
Ganesh has to leave.
7 years later
I was studying at home, mom was busy in household works.
My father was out of town, he used to drive tempo, bring vegetables from distant places and distribute in our city.
I heard sound of thunders,
somehow I could relate this to previous incidence.
A slight shiver ran through my body,
and fear started capturing my mind.
I just felt its just my fear,
nothing else, until I heard the news.
My father met an accident
and he has passed away.
7 years later
I never felt anything like those incidents,
until
One fine day
When I saw this dream.
I saw that my grandfather at ancestral home was sitting in a chair and yelled out my name.
I went close to him, and hugged him,
it seemed normal.
But he started walking to courtyard
and I followed him,
he touched a fairly grown plant and said
"This is also 7 year old, I planted this when you lost your father, I am unable to water it everyday, but it survives, and remaining all trees here are surviving, you know why? Because the souls of those passed away send rains for their future generations to survive, they live their life in these plants. Rains bring love and care, it doesn't take anything from us."
I don't remember what happened next,
but I woke up. I was disturbed,
I saw the watch, it was 7:30am,
it was supposed to be daylight,
I saw out of the windows,
and all skies were covered with clouds,
I heard a loud thunder,
It gave me goosebumps,
I was afraid as hell,
I was shivering with fear,
I somehow found my phone
and called at my ancestral home,
my uncle recieved the call. I asked him,
where is Grandpa?
He said that he passed away late night yesterday.
Phone slipped through my hand,
thoughts slipped through my mind,
I was numb and tears rolled down my eyes.
And I saw out of the window,
It was raining...
Today I am at home,
I had planted a mango seed,
and it survived.
I guess Grandpa is taking care of it through rains.
I never felt down or depressed because of rains since then, I always feel cheerful as I feel I am showered with blessings,
some plants are surviving so our future generations will breathe air without an oxygen bottle.
Thank you Grandpa and Thank you rain.
I request you to plant a seed every birthday, or when someone close to you has passed away. It doesn't pain like delivering a baby, but it surely gives a pleasure of giving birth to next generation.
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