As a kid, we used to go to my Naani’s home to witness Ravan being slayed.
Over a period of time as we grew up, Nana passed away and Naani got older, the tradition stopped.
This time, when there is no Dushehra mela, it reminds of something deeper: that some day there will be nothing more.
And it won’t be sad. It would rather be a reminder of how much inner evils we need to uproot. Because if we have uprooted all of them, we’d be happy by default.