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*Sharavan: The Shravan month conincides with the rainy season in India and also marks the same according to the Hindu calendar. The dates and extent are different for north and south India but bascially forms the complete rainy season of India.

Shravan Maas is dedicated to Lord Shiva who got his name Neelkantha (one who has blue throat) due to ingestion of poison produced during Samudra Manthan. The devotees worship Him, Maa Parvati on tuesdays and various gods and goddesses during the whole month.

Type: Observance

Time: beginning in late July and ending in the third week of August


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When I used to recite vrat (religious fast) stories in childhood, I wondered how a relative or an acquaintance or a stranger happened to ruin it by doing odd things to the fasting person. Since then, I would just say, "Main vrat wala baccha huon, kuch galat mat karna." (I am a kid observing a fast, don't do anything wrong with me.) I never counted my blessings but hopefully, vrats have not went wrong. Today I am observing first Sharavan Monday fast but cannot get Bel leaves anywhere near. For some reason, I just want to go out and find them somehow. There is fragrance of mixture of offerings in the air, even a non observer will tend to stop or lend some notice to it.

ringing the bell into
a meditative song


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