WHEN NOTHING GOES RIGHT GO LEFT
When the winter ushers in the bells of Christmas, he was all obsessed with, his most loved endeavour, making a Christmas crib. The childhood memories are like a golden bough which sheds golden leaves on us when we shake it occasionally. The hero here is my dearest friend. The task was not that easy. It should be grand and realistic as he had to compete in the crib making competition. Preparations start from a month before. He was after arranging things for it. The first thing to do was to sow some seeds in the wet soil. It would grow into a lovely green field after two or three weeks. Then he would arrange some hay to build the manger, then a well, a waterfall, some hills and so on. The statues of Joseph, Mary, Infant Jesus, three kings, shepherds, sheep, and a little angel to be hung on the top of the roof, all would be kept later. A real Bethlehem was recreated. The most difficult task was to get things from his mother’s possession. And the request for a black saree (the trad...