“It was a tough time when we measured the road with our legs from big cities to our village”, sighed a man.
“But Kamla didi never gave up and motivated all women to get self-sufficient and empowered”, another man proudly complemented. Everyone nodded.
“Corona made us to come back to our village”, said a woman.
“Tough situations let us to embrace traditional earthen pot making as per modern designer requirements”, added another woman.
“In this way, we also saved our Mother Earth from piles of plastic. Never loose hope. Tough times build people. Today we are proud of ourselves and eager for year 2021 to come. Naya Saal, Naya Aayam, Nayi Umeed” said the hopeful Kamla.
Everyone continued to sing the folk songs on the eve of new year.
Happy New Year!
English Translation of original post:
I have seen a strange fanciful passion: keeping numerous masks. No, these are not masks related to Covid 19 pandemic, but are masks of the faces worn to hide true emotions! It’s better to name them as Face Masks.
Worn through centuries, these face masks are used as per place, person, time, status, work, requirement, resources, money etc. My friend, one person has numerous face masks ranging from deceit, greed, lie, deception, anger to jealousy and much more. Within only one day, many face masks are applied and removed as per the necessity and I don’t understand how people carry these along?
Anyways, I hope one day I get to know the seller or the market of these masks. I strongly feel that I should also purchase a few for myself.
The thing is, in this World of Masks, I have often felt my real face getting exposed, robbed, hurt, injured and felt devastatingly cheated.