Where are the lush green mango leaves tied at the entrance of the house? Where are those bulls adorned with colorful clothes and made to dance to the tunes of 'sannai'? Where are those oil lamps in front of the deities? Where are those design patterns made on the ground outside the house with rice flour and different colors which create a beautiful 'rangavalli muggu'? Where are those new clothes which I wear and jump around everyone to show them? Where is my father who wakes up before dawn and tries to wake me up for so long? Where is my mother who makes those delicious sweets and other mouth-watering food items? Where are those elders to whom I bow and touch their feet to take blessings? Where are those so many relatives and friends whom I call and wish? Where are those so many strangers whom I
knew very well while walking on the road? Where are the temples thronged with crowds on this day? Where are those girls in their traditional attires? Where are those boys who run around to make sure everything is in place for the rituals to be performed? Where is the happiness that jumps around? Where are the smiles that are contagious?
I truly miss India. I miss my parents. I miss Sankranthi..!!
