68) Diwali
I sit reclined on the sofa, my dad sitting beside, The “Kandil” and the twinkly lights giving a warm, welcome glow, Diyas surround, there is a smell of incense in the air, Diwali once again feels like a warm hug of care. As I sit quiet, I wonder, what the magic of this festive is, Year on year, it almost never fails to live up to the hype, The rows of kandils lining shops, rangoli & diyas on carts everywhere, Provides a warmth in the hearts as you enjoy a soft nip in the air. As a kid the festival just meant masti with cousins, Plates full of yummy food and holiday from school & studies, Lots of gifts from relatives and a chance to dress up, Late nights, games and never-ending fun. But as I grew up and moved out of the city for work, The rituals, the customs felt more significant, Faral, Rangoli, diyas, pujas found time within hectic schedules, Celebrating every aspect of Diwali made me feel closer to home. And as I returned home now, the festival ...