This happens every year. Not just to me, but to all Gujaratis in the country and around the world. Monsoons end and we all get itchy feet. We carry around beats of garba-raas in our heads and try not to clap, leap, swirl in middle of a mundane conversation-we then know, Goddess is sure to arrive. With subdued excitement we get out our mirrored costumes and "dandiyas". Families play garba music and mothers train children in the ways to welcome the goddess-with lots of music, lots of dance.
That's from Arati Chokshi, a newly minted blogger from the IISc campus!
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