Garba Nights

As the drummer beats

Dama dum dama dum…..

Setting up a foot tapping rhythm

Gentle swaying of the hips and hands

Amid a brilliant razzmatazz of colours

Of Chania cholis and the dhoti kurtas.

A positive energy pervades

Biological clock set differently

Nights turn into days

A season of Garba, of festivity

Has once again arrived.

Spirits are high

Mood is merriment

Hot jalebis and fafda

Even in the wee hours

Makes one say

Gujarat is Gujarat