June 12, 2019
GULABI MELA
Underneath the skies of a rosy summer, where the earth beams like gold from the sunlight, I Fondly remember the days when I climbed my father's shoulders to see the Mela, In the fields of mustard, the wind acted as a comb, billions of colors merging into one. I ran to get the cotton candy shaped like clouds in bursts of pink and yellows.
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“Gulabi Mela” is a romantic ode to the vibrant fairs in Sindh during the season of “Cheti-Chand” (Sindhi New Year in the month of April), that brings forth people of different communities, travellers, nomads & gypsies exchanging culture & music and clothing under the rosy shadows of summer. A world where every cell vibrates, where you sing from the heart and the light shines from within.
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“Gulabi Mela” is a romantic ode to the vibrant fairs in Sindh during the season of “Cheti-Chand” (Sindhi New Year in the month of April), that brings forth people of different communities, travellers, nomads & gypsies exchanging culture & music and clothing under the rosy shadows of summer. A world where every cell vibrates, where you sing from the heart and the light shines from within.