Every Bhogi day makes me sad to see how humanity comes together to cause harm to itself. The smog is so thick in my village that you could mistake it for Delhi.
Bhogi is a day of transformation where all old habits, vices, attachment to material things are sacrificed. Its when people discard old things and concentrate on new things causing change.
There are so many other ways of discarding things other than burning.
This morning, I woke up to see old sarees and clothes being burned at my farm. A better way to discard would have been to use as mulch for the fruit saplings.
I wish people saw the deeper meaning of the day.