Sunday, October 28, 2012

Post Bakrid 2012

9: 00 am
Cloudy, slightly chilled and lazy morning….and with a nose running profusely…..Third day of Bakrid….so atmosphere filled with the aroma of the festival. I can hear laying in my bed, the sound of big knife (sattoor) falling on the wooden log (kunda) and cutting the reds into pieces, in a high Khz rhythmically from a distance. Perhaps someone decided to carry out the rituals today.