Hey everyone, your best friend Sara here…Holi, Onam, Eid, Durga Pooja, Christmas…the festivals are endless and pep us up, even in the dullest of times.
Here is 12 year old Vania from Kolkata keeping our spirits high in the Durga Pooja festival, with her fantastic tale!
Vania is a student of Modern High School For Girls, Kolkata. She is an avid reader and loves writing. During this lockdown, she has also published two books on Amazon Kindle.
Adorned with gold accessories, I leaped down to earth on my beloved pet tiger, ten weapons in my ten hands- each weapon symbolizing a different trait- the sword for wisdom, trident for peace and so on.
But…. silence greeted me- no one was out! There was no hustle bustle of the early Puja crowd and not even the cawing of a crow.
Something had to be done, I decided. I called together a meeting.
“We need to do something about this virus,” said Lord Brahma.
“I will make the oceans churn and froth till then,” Lord Indra claimed.
“And I will make it rain,” said Lord Indra.
“No, no! That will ruin the humans’ life even more!” objected Parvati.
“What shall we do? Without making people miserable?” Lord Shiva added as an afterthought.
I fiddled with my arrow. It had been more than half a year since this coronavirus had entered the humans’ life, inflicting damage and misery all around.
And worse? Durga Puja, my festival was just around the corner! Durga Puja is supposed to be a time of strength, joy and unity. Not a time of sadness and torture!
And even worse? Brahma, Vishnu, Shakti, Shani, Indra- all had tried. But they failed.
“We’ve got to put an end to this,” I agreed.
“How Durga? You can’t kill a virus with your trishul!” Vishnu, my brother said.
It was true- but if Mahishasura could be killed, then why couldn’t this virus?
“What if we do it together? It might be possible then..,” I suggested.
“Yes… I agree. We should give it a try..” Saraswati said.
Slowly the Gods rose up from their thrones. I knew then that coronavirus would have to look out now.