It's a short story It was a very surprising moment for me there when I came to know where the pear fruit of the pear tree is also known as “Babbu Bhosla” in my local language.
Let's start from the beginning.
Let's start from the beginning.
There is also a festival in Indian culture in which people celebrate the birthday of Lord Krishna. This is also a very famous festival. In India such people celebrate with great joy in which Krishna ji is welcomed and Radha's love is also very famous.
This festival is celebrated every year in which Shri Krishna ji is worshipped, it is celebrated very well in our area too.
As soon as I wake up in the morning my eyes get daggers as soon as I see the calendar, I remember that today is the birthday of Krishna ji, which we also know by the name of "Janmashtami".
Like every year, we all get busy in planning from getting up from the bed, what special we should do this year like every year (prasad was distributed to everyone after the worship and program was over) . We used to distribute fruits in the prasad stream, Apple Banana etc.
Therefore, after much thought, it was decided that this time the prasad will be made very well in which we will bring all kinds of fruits and we used to do this whole program by asking for donations, in which we used to add little money from house to house, so that everyone would be happy in the worship. Make a contribution. After accumulating money, we decided which fruits should be eaten because we had limited money. Mad a list of bringing apples, bananas, coconuts, pears
a list of bringing apples, bananas, coconuts, pears
There is an atmosphere of happiness, all ladies, children, all people are busy with their work, some are preparing the prasad and some are handling the decoration work (here the festival is celebrated on the night) I was buying all the suits from the market but all the suits So got it but the pear was not found, after asking many places, returned home because pear was present in the market but in our local language it was called "Babbu Nest" which I did not know.
There is an atmosphere of happiness, all ladies, children, all people are busy with their work, some are preparing the prasad and some are handling the decoration work (here the festival is celebrated on the night) I was buying all the suits from the market but all the suits So got it but the pear was not found, after asking many places, returned home because pear was present in the market but in our local language it was called "Babbu Nest" which I did not know.
here is an atmosphere of happiness, all ladies, children, all people are busy with their work, some are preparing the prasad and some are handling the decoration work (here the festival is celebrated on the night) I was buying all the suits from the market but all the suits So got it but the pear was not found, after asking many places, returned home because pear was present in the market but in our local language it was called "Babbu Nest" which I did not know.
After hearing this name, I left it because I came to know this name when I am again in the market and after Bihar I got a little late in making the prasad from the fruit seller because I brought the fruits a little late. From 10:00 to 12:00, we dance a lot in it and do the rest of the preparations. Shri Krishna ji's birthday was celebrated at 12 o'clock and the prasad was very well distributed in the sun. After all the programs were over, that was the only day in which I could sleep at 2:00 in the night.
These were good to be able to walk and they were fantastic too. Which we have to clean and we also clean it very well. Whatever decoration material is there, we also take it off because it can be used next year also.
Many people are not able to attend the cleanliness the next day due to night fatigue and ill health, but after some time we all meet again and decide what was wrong in the program and worship this time. Whether we correct or complete next year, Shakeel also apologizes to anyone for this year's mistake. Due to many nights, those who have not been able to get the prasad of worship, we join them together in the next morning and support them in their house and also those who had helped financially in the program, so that the whole festival was successful. .
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