People were rushing in and out of the church; wishing one another with glee and sparkle in their faces and their eyes. There were the usual hugs and handshakes
Editor’s Choice: Dusshera or Dasain, as we call it. The most celebrated and joyous festival of all. There is a special aura about it. The clear blue sky with a tinge of white clouds spattered over.
Infact, the story starts from way back during my school life. I remember I was in standard VII. I had participated in an Inter-School Painting Competition.