Dahi Handi At My Mom’s

This was the exact same spot I’d stand along with a bunch of friends and watch young boys of our complex make a human pyramid. Amongst all that laughter and cheers and many many attempts of crashing and rising and crashing again, they’d manage to reach the top and finally break the handi. What a spectacle it used to be!
But, that was long long ago. Two decades ago.
Now, I was at the same spot… again… Everything was the same… the compound, the rains, the crowd, the euphoria. Except, there were smartphones. And, the boys who used to be a pyramid themselves, were now helping and cheering their kids in carrying the tradition forward. Time has moved on a great deal.