Queen Harshita looked at the fort once again.
It was the best sea facing fort ever built, she thought. It had won accolades for being invincible. It had the formidable mountain to watch it’s back and vantage opening towards the gulf. Naval ships were well appointed at the strategic points.
But, time now had come.
Sensing the dilemma in her mind, Lieutenant Vedant requested, “May I, Her Highness?”
Queen Harshita raised her arm to stop him.
Looking straight into the eyes of the Queen, Prime Minister Isha investigated, “Any hesitation?”
There was a pregnant pause.
Queen Harshita fired the canon aiming straight at the heart of the fort, they had built passionately. Soon the army followed the suit. The fort came crumbling down in no time.
As the sound of the firecrackers died, gang of the boys and girls were heard shouting with much joy, “Din Din Diwali”
This story is a dedicated to my childhood memory of making and breaking “Killa”( i.e. fort) during Diwali. Come Diwali, we used to build the mud forts and develop scenery around it. To make it invincible we created mountains at its back, out of rocks and bricks and would cover it with Gunny bags. Spreading soil over it, we then would sprinkle fast growing seeds on it. Regular watering resulted into green covering on the mountains, reminiscing the forests. Trenches were dug in front of the fort and water was flown into it. We kept the plastic crocodiles and ships in it! The fort used to be appointed with miniatures of canon, soldiers, farmers and what not. There used to be competition amongst the groups to build the best fort. Competitions were also held in the town for the best fort. On the last day of Diwali, the fort used to be bombed with firecrackers. And it was this moment which was the hardest of all. Once the first cracker is thrown at the fort, rest of the gang used to follow the suit. In the end, everyone used to shout, “Din Din Diwali”
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