It was Navratri time. On a Saturday I went to play Dandiya. It was a lawn in a very rich and posh area. Colorful lights were glowing all around. The air was filled with the fragrance of incense, flowers, and festive spirit. The beats of the drum and the rhythm of the songs had people dancing with full energy. The sound of Dandiya sticks clashing echoed everywhere.

I had been playing for about an hour. Then my eyes fell on an aunty. She looked extremely beautiful, like a fairy who had descended. She must have been around 30 years old. Her figure was absolutely perfect – 34-30-36. Her fair skin was so radiant that anyone would start drooling just by looking. Her hair was lightly curly and flowing over her shoulders. The black blouse and red ghagra made her body even more attractive.