The girl comes near me. The beads of perspiration trickle down her comely face , yet her indomitable spirit shows no sign of fatigue.Her gyration for the last more than fifteen minutes , to the accompaniment of a pulsating beatings of drum reminds me of the beyblade my son plays with. The boy , his muscles are taut as a bowstring, and with sinewed shape of his hand he beats at the drum with a gusto as if it were thundering at the distance. The other boy blows at the flute and his face wears a gritty expression. As I looked on, I felt the whole scene personifies energy and freedom.
Yet I fail to understand why as a community, in other spheres of life, we have failed to imbibe within us that spirit ,our Bihu stands for. Why do we need to carry the tag of being a layabout people who abhor hard labour and productive idea?
Bihu is here again to inspire us to shake of our old garb and put on new.
Let us take this Bihu spirit beyond the Bihu talis!
My dear friends wish you all a very happy Rongali Bihu!
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