One of those sacred threads

Location: Jayanagar 4th Block Market, Bangalore | © BramhiPG2015

Here in India, threads signify a bond. Different names are given to denote each type of bond the thread tier and the thread wearer share. A Rakhi is tied by a sister to her brother during the festival of Raksha Bandhan sometime during the last week of August.

There are a lot of stories on how this came to be celebrated. My aunt told me one. So there was a king who was to go to war with an invincible king. He was low in confidence when the day of the battle finally came. His sister came to him and tied a thread on the king’s wrist, told him that she believes in him, that she knows that he will win – this particular thread symbolises her faith, and bring him home safe and victorious. Obviously, he does. The thread tying celebration continued, sisters began tying rakhis to their brothers all around.

I would like to take it to be a promise each one gives the other. A promise to be with/for each other at times of happiness and sorrow. A sister ties it to say that she’s got her brother’s back no matter what and she expects the same from her brother. Aren’t all threads supposed to mean the same? Maybe. Maybe there are differences.

I like it because I would make one every year, and the look on my brother’s face as I tie it on his wrist is priceless. I don’t understand how he’d smile at messy, clumsily finished rakhis. Almost every brother and sister I’ve seen share little smiles and taunt each other during the rakhi tying. It’s these little things that make me want to believe in sacred threads.

THAT-OOPS!-MOMENT – The Daily Post Weekly Photo Challenge

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It was raining heavily that evening, I was seated in a car with the camera in my hands, trying to capture raindrops settled on the car glass. It was only after I’d heard the click of the shutter did I realise that the car had just passed a speed bump. And this is how the image turned out to be!

The best moments in life are indeed the unplanned ones.

The Daily Post Link: Oops!

The Street Cook – Video Journal

What more can one ask for when one is at the city’s famous food street on a rainy November evening? Coffee maybe? (’cause I could not find a filter coffee place there)  Well I’m definitely not complaining, for I had the time of my life watching street cooks, shooting(!), and eating of course!