Diwali and Longing.

Diwali.

The warm glow of friendship and relations, reflected in the flame of the diyas. The variety and emotions in life, reflected in the many colours of the rangoli. The sweetness of those memories, reflected in the delicacies. Diwali is the festival of lights and life, celebrate and cherish, the light of hope, the light of love, but most importantly, the very light in your eyes.


That's what I wrote for the world to see. 




Here's something I'm writing for you.












Ever since I was born, I suppose, Diwali has been my favourite Hindu festival. Why?


Not the light, the darkness. Not the rangoli, the 'gheru' (the brown canvas like base). Not the jaggery and sugar, the coconut. 


And yes, the new moon.


The silence after the firecrackers. The dark of the windows when they switch off the lighting. The dust and bits of papers lying on the ground. The crumbling left-overs the dogs get a treat with. The faded colours of the rangoli. The extinguished lamps.


A lonely Diwali it has always been for me. 'The Eternal Longing'. 

But, I guess, that's why I consider it my favourite festival, after all.