I moved away from home town around 15 years ago. The first year was emotionally very taxing for me, as I could not be home for major festivals. I still remember that I had joined my job in the month of August and the first festival that came was that of Rakshabandhan.
As a child, I have cherished the festival of Rakhi as it was an occasion when all us cousins would gather and the sisters would go around tying Rakhi on the brothers’ wrists. It was so much fun. As we grew up, the older cousins started leaving the nest to make a mark in their professions. But we kept the fondness of the festival alive by sending them Rakhi via courier.
We have followed the trend through all these years. I still look forward to this time of the year when my enthusiasm to shop for the Rakhi is at its peak. But as I shopped for Rakhi this year, I just contemplated calling my sister, who just shifted to Canada a couple of months ago. I offered to her to buy Rakhis on her behalf and send them. But she declined the offer outright. Continue Reading