Religious Parade

One long sentence of more than three hundred words (a trial)

I looked at my watch, it was 6pm, it was time to go downstairs to watch the parade, a Ganpati festival procession snaking down my street like it does every year, always the same group of about three hundred people, dressed in colorful traditional clothes, reflecting brilliances that blinds the eye, a big group divided into smaller group, with dancers, drummers, singers, musicians, clearly recognized from their dress, mannerism, gestures and their walk, with drummers leading the procession, beating the drums heavily, with sound so loud that it could be heard up to the tail of the procession, loud sounds that could easily break the ear-drums of the young girls who were dancing behind the drummer group, all dressed in white kurta, white pyjama and bright yellow duppatta,, they danced gracefully, swinging their typical Maharastrian musical instrument lazims, stretching their body higher up, swirling the lazims over their head, then swinging it down towards their bended knees, their feet moving in unison with rhythm synchronized to the beat of the drums, moving so gracefully that not once were they distracted by the groups of senior singers, that followed them behind, singing a totally different tune of hymns in praise of God, nor were they distracted by the moving traffic, on their left that snaked alongside , so mesmerized were they in their own dance, tapping their  feet in prefect rhythm, that they didn’t seem to notice  the crowd that surrounded them on either side of the road, all of them craning their neck to have a glimpse of them, some perched on the small wall, some squatting on the foot path, even the  little children watched excitedly, happily climbing on the car bonnet to get the better view,  higher up some peeped out from their windows, holding on to flimsy curtain exposing just their eyes, everywhere people flashed their cameras, blink by blink, trying to capture the moment of this beautiful procession and I stood enthralled by the side of the road, watching them pass as they walked on to fetch Elephant God to their home..