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The bond of love The bond of Trust The festival which truly celebrates the bond between a brother and a sister (siblings and cousins) Celebrated in the month of August on a full moon day(purnima) Known as Rakhi Purnima Rakhi-The sacred thread , which the sister ties on the wrist of her brother . This festival is known as Raksha Bandhan Raksha - means to protect Bandhan - To be bound (Bond) Raksha Bandhan - The Bond of Protection A festival celebrated by Hindus all over the country. The Celebration The sister buys a Rakhi for her brother Prepares or buys sweets for her brother . On the auspicious morning , The brother and sister both deck up in their traditional fineries. The sister readies a plate full of sweets , with a little vermilion soaked in water along with a few rice grains , to be applied as vertical mark (tilak) on the brother's forehead. Believed to blessings from the lord . A lit lamp for aarti and the Rakhi(sacred thread) which she ties on the brother's wrist , wishing him the best . The brother in return promises to look after her and presents her with gifts . ** This is not a poem , more of an account of the festival and the celebration. With time and distances it is not always possible to bring in the festival together. However, the sister mails across the Rakhi to the brother, as I did :)** Have beautiful memories of this festival from my younger days , celebrated with siblings and cousins alike . Thank you all for reading !!

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Aug 6, 2017

Aug 6, 2017 at 9:00 PM UTC

sarita-aditya-verma

Raksha Bandhan

The bond of love The bond of Trust The festival which truly celebrates the bond between a brother and a sister (siblings and cousins) Celebrated in the month of August on a full moon day(purnima) Known as Rakhi Purnima Rakhi-The sacred thread , which the sister ties on the wrist of her brother . This festival is known as Raksha Bandhan Raksha - means to protect Bandhan - To be bound (Bond) Raksha Bandhan - The Bond of Protection A festival celebrated by Hindus all over the country. The Celebration The sister buys a Rakhi for her brother Prepares or buys sweets for her brother . On the auspicious morning , The brother and sister both deck up in their traditional fineries. The sister readies a plate full of sweets , with a little vermilion soaked in water along with a few rice grains , to be applied as vertical mark (tilak) on the brother's forehead. Believed to blessings from the lord . A lit lamp for aarti and the Rakhi(sacred thread) which she ties on the brother's wrist , wishing him the best . The brother in return promises to look after her and presents her with gifts . ** This is not a poem , more of an account of the festival and the celebration. With time and distances it is not always possible to bring in the festival together. However, the sister mails across the Rakhi to the brother, as I did :)** Have beautiful memories of this festival from my younger days , celebrated with siblings and cousins alike . Thank you all for reading !!

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"Your kohl black Indian eyes, emitting silver lightening **** me in small instalments" I whisper, softly in her ear "From my beloved mother, but much less lethal"she explains the generational difference. "This kick *** legginess" I begin while doing an *"Aarti"with my eyes , on that magnificence; it soon turned panegyric, yes she loved it, of course. "A family inheritance, athletic genes, handed over from a day past, but your attention, at this juncture is misguided" she turns cheeky at such times. "A heart that beats faster whenever a thing of beauty is at sight, nothing more" I attempt to smoothen the friction. "The spirit instilled by a father,who'd die for beauty and then polished it to such shine by one special,who is kept here"winking at me says she, pointing at her chest, assets ample, vying with each other, for a space, on her front page, though what she meant was her heart,in a space much deeper.

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Jun 16, 2017

Jun 16, 2017 at 8:55 AM UTC

k-balachandran

My Cover Girl's Secrets

"Your kohl black Indian eyes, emitting silver lightening **** me in small instalments" I whisper, softly in her ear "From my beloved mother, but much less lethal"she explains the generational difference. "This kick *** legginess" I begin while doing an *"Aarti"with my eyes , on that magnificence; it soon turned panegyric, yes she loved it, of course. "A family inheritance, athletic genes, handed over from a day past, but your attention, at this juncture is misguided" she turns cheeky at such times. "A heart that beats faster whenever a thing of beauty is at sight, nothing more" I attempt to smoothen the friction. "The spirit instilled by a father,who'd die for beauty and then polished it to such shine by one special,who is kept here"winking at me says she, pointing at her chest, assets ample, vying with each other, for a space, on her front page, though what she meant was her heart,in a space much deeper.

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O 0o0 O :: You are my mother You are my father You are my brother You are my friend "" You are riches You are wisdom You are my all My lord to me ------------ aarti •• Brooklyn bridge at dawn ! Oh lord ! Here at last :: baking bread the Old fashioned way ! // To begin again ! • Oh yes ! Let's go ! ///// The simple feeling The story true "" The every sense of purity and grace ! "" I love you The only word spoken here .

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May 16, 2016

May 16, 2016 at 8:52 PM UTC

jeffrey-robinta

/"""(^^^^^)"""\

O 0o0 O :: You are my mother You are my father You are my brother You are my friend "" You are riches You are wisdom You are my all My lord to me ------------ aarti •• Brooklyn bridge at dawn ! Oh lord ! Here at last :: baking bread the Old fashioned way ! // To begin again ! • Oh yes ! Let's go ! ///// The simple feeling The story true "" The every sense of purity and grace ! "" I love you The only word spoken here .

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