Where I grew up, Diwali was more about noise than about light. I always longed for a Diwali with lots of lamps and candles, with love and good company. This year, I had just that. A few friends joined us at home for what I feel was a perfect evening - the presence of friends, good but simple food, cheerful conversation, and a festive feel. All of us went around to a couple of more houses later, and Diwali - for perhaps the first time for me - was about people, not crackers or lights. Diwali, for Gujratis, is also the end of a year and the start of a new one.
May this new year bring light into all our lives.
Thanks for the link. I like your blog -- a little poetry, a little politics, a little travelogue, a little personal reflection. Sometimes I wish I had a more "personal" blog, but you know my reasons for choosing the path I did. Say hello to The Guy for me, and glad you had a friend-filled Diwali.
Thanks, Ver. Keep visiting!
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