This morning I woke up to the remnants of lasts nights festivity... I walked through the smell of toxicity, over grey ash, litter of dead crackers, scattered bones of sparklers, half burnt rockets that refused to reach the stars, deceased flower pots that didnt bloom as promised, boxes adorned with colourful goddesses & item bombs ~ all the way from the sweatshops of Sivakasi... This morning I woke up to the sound of celebrations ~ distant & near... Terrified pigeons, hiding sparrows, harrowed dogs, wailing children & weary, sleep deprived old... This morning I woke up to Sawant,my building watchman wishing me Happy Diwali with an itchy palm & with Hardeep, the sweeper who will toil through till afternoon...
Posted on: Thu, 23 Oct 2014 04:15:05 +0000