OCT 1, 11 (2/2) .. For What It’s Worth ..

I did NOT visit Mrs Brinnand yesterday.. when I saw (literally) how bruised (and also scratched and cut) my body is from the local bus riding.. I took the evening OFF and I stayed in..

DON’T.. DO NOT.. ask me how I have cut myself.. but I sure have.. the one healing across my lower back crossing my spine (had I known which I did NOT) would have been of concern to me.. WISDOM OF THE AGES.. IGNORANCE IS BLISS..

THINKING THE DURGA PUJA was beginning Monday.. I was totally surprised and un-prepared when I walked out of my hotel to go to visit Mrs Brinnand..

There is a legend about the little boy.. looking out across the fields.. seeing in the afternoon setting sun.. the neighbor’s windows brightly shining.. the little boy raced across to his neighbors ONLY to look back and see his own home windows were themselves brightly lit from the setting sun..

I DID NOT HAVE TO GO ANYWHERE.. RIGHT OUTSIDE OF MY HOTEL.. ON THE   ENTRY TO THE SIDE ROAD (FROM TRAFFIC HELL).. THE MULTI-COLORED MINATURE CHRISTMAS  LIGHTS ARE UP AND A FULLY ILLUMINATED ‘GATEWAY PORTAL’..  ‘WELCOMING’  ONE AND ALL  TO COME DOWN THE STREET.. (BLAZES) SHINES BRIGHTLY..

THE SHOW.. THE DURGA PUJA. IS ON.. AND.. LIKE IT OR NOT.. I AM INSIDE OF IT..

As I rode out to visit Mrs Brinnand.. I saw this scene repeated again and again.. each locality is rocking..

I WILL ATTEMPT TO PHOTOGRAPH THE NIGHT SCENES THIS WEEK..

I suspect that the truth is this .. “Captain.. you ain’t seen nothin’ yet bobba!”

Smiles and Love.. Cap..