I am finally here. Its been a long wait.

My childhood memories come back to hit me like waves, one after another.

As I go home in the cab, each tree, each street and each park calls out to me.

Home! What a sweet word!

It is like an oasis for a person lost in the desert.

I am glad I am right in time for the festival.

My home town celebrates this festival with pomp and splendour.

There are exhibtions, decorations, music festivals, flower shows, folk drama, food festival, and parades.

The town is full of light too. All roads are lit up. To drive down the roads with all buildings lit up and roads decorated is a delight to see.

Its time for Mysore Dasara.

Written for the #FFfAW 133

The challenge is to write a story for the photo given in 100-150 words.

Photo credit Pamela S. Canepa

Number of words: 127