DA BABAT MAHTVAPURN SAMACHAR PAR EK NAJAR
DA BABAT MAHTVAPURN SAMACHAR PAR EK NAJAR
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રાજ્યના કર્મચારીઓને મોંઘવારી ભથ્થુંની ચુકવણી કરવા બાબત રજૂઆત વાંચવા લાયક
“Bhabhi, no matter how hard we try, we don’t make mugs like mummy. Mummy means mummy. She still listens to the mugs she makes. There is a lot of ghee made at home. But what can we do? – Sister speaks with a sigh.
Our mom was good at cooking. In this case, let’s just eat the shiro of his hand, lapsi, mugs. If there is a story in anyone’s house in the village or any other Manglik occasion, then understand that mom got tendu. “A hendo premilaben, if this is the story, then make shiro.” – Someone must have come to call. Mom goes to the mouth smiling. Spend time between farm, cattle, lots of household chores. Most of the time, it is the handiwork of the story. It still tastes like a mug.
There was a time when playing street garba. One or two people sing garba in the middle of the street. Colorful garba rice was the center of attraction. In some places, Mataji’s mandvi should be taken down. In some places, the practice of playing with flowers is also seen. Thus many traditions are also seen in Mataji’s adoration and dance festival.
Garba shimmers and Garba plays to the beat of all the applause. Along with the drums, manjiran, nargha, the rhythm of desi instruments like Garba Ramzat Jamati. The applause that fell together, the garba that sang in a rage, and the rattling of the dandiya all made the atmosphere resound. At the same time, the atmosphere was brightened by the light of Garba and the light of the walls.
These street garbs sung on the streets were our invaluable culture. Elders, old people are all sitting. Garba sings Zile with applause in a voice according to his strength. In addition, young people and children get excited by putting their minds to it. Even in this Garba, the feeling of folk life could be seen beating. All eyes were on the virgins and the newlyweds. Discussions were going on about the way virgins and newlyweds used to hang out. Lahani was also distributed to the poor players in some places.
Even small children can prove their presence in Garba Chowk in the evening. Let it run like a butterfly. These children play merrily in Garba. Take new steps.
The practice of this street garba and its enjoyment was something different. Now this ancient practice seems to be disappearing. Now Garbo has become global, modern and fusion. But with the beat of the drums and the clapping of the hands, the clang of Garba ‘Mehndi te vavi mandve ne eno rang gayo Gujarat re…’ resounds even today.
DA BABAT MAHTVAPURN SAMACHAR PAR EK NAJAR