Lumos!

“I will love the light for it shows me the way, yet I will endure the darkness for it shows me the stars.” – Og Mandino

Diwali. The festival of lights. Probably the only one I could actually celebrate over my childhood. Although I must agree that it all seemed to be more fun when I was younger, Diwali is, and always will be special. 

Because there is something hopeful about it. 

Although having to go to work all of the Diwali week can be a bit of a dampener, thinking of Delhi and Calcutta and how the whole city would light up caused much cheer. 

Just the last year, this was the time of the inaugural Indian Grand Prix. I’ve never seen times as crazy as that. Apart from a few tea lights lit at Deepika’s Vasant Kunj apartment, celebration was zilch. 

I’m glad that this year is different. Diwali at home is a different feeling altogether. Regardless, that the city is not celebrating with us here. As much as I despise them, I missed the sound of fire crackers early into the morning, the dedication with which people decorate their homes, the elaborate Laxmi pooja and the boxes and boxes of sweets.

This was my Diwali. Mellow, yet happy.