Hi All, I am Miss Corn and this is Dumbo Jumbo Owl (his actual name though is DJ Owl, but we here in the Fairyland call him so for his intellect). Before I go further, I warn you, he has no manners, so beware of him. I tried not to bring him in, but he wouldn’t listen to anyone but this blog’s owner. Speaking of him, he’s actually a bit busy with the Autumn festivals and asked if I could help him update you on everything going on in his Plantville so that you’d not go thinking that this blog’s gone forever into the eternal nothingness.
The main reason he was busy was this:
This is a festival celebrated pompously all over India and in South India they arrange dolls of deities and humans on a staircase-like arrangement and worship the goddess on these nine days. In northern parts they celebrate it as Durga Pûja (those who’ve heard of the Durga Pûja in Boston might be familiar with this). So he’s not yet done with packing it all and cleaning it all up. And the next festival Diwali is only two weeks away!
DJ Owl: ‘Zhea! Zhea! Diiiiiwaaalllliiii! Crackers! Love ‘em’
So, he thought Autumn wasn’t all that happy with him as it didn’t rain as usual. Sarad walked in slowly and silently and suddenly something seemed to attract her and she ran into Chennai, her laughter causing thunders and her perfect rows of teeth sparkling like lightning.
Suddenly her top dress slipped off her during her gait pouring forth the ever-awaited milk on her children who gulped it all up like hungry babies they were. In a matter of hours and few days most of them started showing their beautiful forms.
DJ Owl: ‘Zhea. Like me.’
[rolling my eyes]
DJ Owl: Hee hee hee
Some by posing their delicate bodies…
DJ Owl: [whistling]
Some showing off their attractive greens, competing the flowers' beauty...
Some treating her with their proud, big blooms…
DJ Owl: But I was not! So here it is…
Stop it Dumbo!