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Diwali – how I miss it!

Posted by Pepper on October 27, 2008

Diwali has always been special to me. It brings back some of my sweetest childhood memories. The excitement would start building the moment I would see the strings of lights being put up in our lane, usually a few days before Diwali.

A typical diwali day would start at 5 am. Thats when the distinctive marathi songs would blare outta the speakers put up in our lane, annoying a few, and making a few smile. For me, it would be a signal to jump out of bed, collect my bag of crackers made ready the previous night, and run down the stairs. We’d all meet at the gate, set up the candle on some flat surface, and have a ball with the fireworks. A common sight would be; me igniting an explosive bomb, and then covering my ears with my hands, shrieking and running away from the place as fast as possible. It would often result in endless laughter that echoed from all sides.

The remaining part of the morning would be spent taking part in the various races and other events organised by the diwali society. The afternoons would be spent making rangolis. Evenings meant lighting diyas, some of them would be kept on the door step close to the rangolis, and the rest would illuminate the rooms in the house. We’d all save our best outfits for Diwali, dress up and go around the building, comparing rangolis and finally stay down in the compound and watch the beautiful decorations of the lane, take delight with each new song that was played, bask in the cracker polluted air and be a part of the cheerful celebration.

After I moved from that place, Diwali celebrations were more subdued. It meant standing on the door step, forming red rings in the air by orbitting the sparklers, enjoying the mithai, and going up to the terrace to watch the breathtaking pyrotechnic display.

This is the first Diwali I spent away from home. My celebrations included going to class, a visit to the temple, dinner at a friend’s house, and a sole candle that burnt in my room.

Life changes. It gives you new experiences. Some good, some not so good. Nothing stays forever. Only the memories remain.



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