every year, when raksha bandhan comes, i go to the past at a fast pace and i see the scenes of childhood when most of my friends get the rakhi tied on his hand by his beloved sister. I some times feel depressed as i haven't my own sister, but my cousin never ever let me to be in so much depressed state. After getting rakhi from my sister, i and other friends of mine used to go out and see different friends in different moods. Particularly those friends who has large number of sisters. I would like to mention two friends namely jyotisi (perhaps having seven sisters) and manoj (five sisters). Their arms were full of rakhi and i some times felt jealous about them. Now i think this is the life. In modern times, i perhaps don't understand or don't try to understand meaning of such festivities. Perhaps this is due to the reason that now we became so called mature or intellectual, which we lacked in our childhood but i want to remain in my childhood. what a fine days that was when we were not thinking about any thing except enjoyment, though how small that was.
HAPPY RAKSHA BANDHAN TO ALL.
