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We will not be lost, and we will not lose each other, a Story!
Let me share a slice from my growing-up years, which you will love.
Festival times were great times; the most looked forward to times. More so, if over 50 people are staying and celebrating together under one roof, it’s magical.
Yes, you read it right, over 50 of us, in one large house.
I grew up in a house with 20 bedrooms — three grandfathers, brothers, their children, and grandchildren — all staying together as one unit.
You can imagine almost two dozen children of different ages playing in and around the large open spaces of the house.
I was lucky to have lived through my childhood and adolescent life in such a loving and caring environment.
Every day looked like a celebration because either a festival was happening or a special occasion like marriage or birth was being celebrated, or religious rituals were being performed.
We were having this one tradition that on the most important festival days like Dussehra, the entire family will go together around our town to visit the deities and the surrounding fair.
Everywhere, across the town, everyone would recognize and acknowledge our family otherwise also, but there was one thing very special.
