This year a different Diwali in my life!
Hearing all the sounds of crackers from my room alone while staying in PG in a new city which I never went to feels very overwhelming. When I look back and think how I celebrated last and previous year’s Diwali with my parents and grandparents in my village with our limited-budget crackers and diyas, my eyes are tearing up. I understood it is very close to my heart and I was very happy. I never realized it back then. I was very lucky that I have special moments of happiness in my memories.
Now suddenly I feel the void of warmth. No matter how many times I video-called my parents, I am still longing for their presence and laughter. But this feeling is new to me and I consider myself lucky to know these emotions that I love and care for them and wanna be with them. But I have a purpose to stay here and it is important for people to have a change of lifestyle and people. It’s good to change. After all, we are doing everything for the sake of our family and for our happiness
Then let us listen to a few more crackers from the side window and reminisce the memories of our childhood. Hope this Diwali lights provide the path of opportunities that flourish the beauty of the human heart.
Happy Deepawali.
PS: I am not a writer, these are just my thoughts at the current moment.