The festival has gone as suddenly as it arrived. In the distance, I can still hear the occasional crackle of a stray rocket, and my colourful diyas now protectively hold tiny pools of melted wax and ash. My rangolis are still radiant, albeit slightly disheveled. As I walk down the streets this morning, I caught a glimse of last night’s celebrations all around, and probably imagined myself and my loved ones laughing, in that very spot that someone cracked a joke yesterday. Friends and extended family have now gone back home, making promises to meet again soon. The candles, the bright lively guests, will stay, illuminating my home for a little longer. The sweets and savories have now been stored away, and will be served at tea-time, as mementoes of diwali. The clothes and jewelry that was chosen with great care, that made their grand appearance yesterday, have now been put away for the next big occasion. As all the festivities slowly recede into the distance, I ask you for a promise. That in your heart, you will let the lights remain…That in spirit, and in being , your celebrations will continue…That you will attempt to meet your loved ones a little more often. And that the laughter that came in abundance yesterday, will make us laugh everyday till next year Diwali again….
Posted on: Fri, 24 Oct 2014 14:27:12 +0000