Makadmeva

IT IS A FACT THAT IN EACH VILLAGE OF MAHARASHTRA THERE IS A TEMPLE OF HANUNMANJI. EACH VILLAGE HAS A ROUND PLATFORM SURROUNDING THE PEEPUL TREE. A SPRING KEEPS ON FLOWING. THE SOIL OF EACH VILLAGE HAS A UNIQUE FRAGRANCE AND A CHARM. AND LAST BUT NOT THE LEAST, IS THE HUMOUR. THE QUALITY OF HUMOUR FOUND IN EACH VILLAGE HAS ITS OWN PECULIAR QUALITY. THE VILLAGERS OFTEN END UP FAKING THINGS. THE ILLITERATE MISCALCULATE AND THE EXTRA CLEVER ONE TAKE PRIDE IN PROVIDING SOLUTIONS, WITHOUT EVEN BEING ASKED ONCE. THE OLD PEOPLE SHARE THEIR LINGERING MEMORIES WITH THE YOUNGSTERS WHILE THE YOUNG PEOPLE SAVOR CHATTING ABOUT THEIR AFFAIRS, NOT SO SERIOUS ONES. EACH DAY BRINGS SUN SHINE AND LOTS OF SMILE. DA MA SUCCEEDS IN CAPTURING THE ESSENCE OF ALL OF THESE IN ‘MAKADMEVA’ AS THE NAME SUGGESTS.