Saw crackers in the sky the other evening. Diwali’s around the corner…. And it kind of fills me with this dread… will feel it more acutely. I know perfectly well won’t be that day... like the ones gone... doesn’t rub in so easily too…
I kind of like to think about the run up to diwali eve back then…. The week long preparations… hanging up the lights with dad…. Finding new strategic places to stick in the nails for them... arguing whose way was better… being run after by mum to clean up…and doing it so thoroughly that it wouldn’t get done till a week after diwali…Making fun of Di making Rangoli… posing with it in the end for pics… secretly envying her genius.. Saying ‘I can do it too…’ and inside ‘Ya right! In your dreams ‘…the eternal runs to the market…the role of ‘chhotu’ for the not-so-creative one…make phone calls from morning till evening… inevitably forgetting many … promising to make the never –ever made calls after the festivities… the arguing all thru the week about not bursting crackers… to protest the pollution, noise, child labor blah blah…. And that evening … unable to resist… start with a sparkler… graduate in ten minutes to rockets and whatever could lay your hands on…. Guilty pleasures far more innocent then … and end the night with the gang… on the 7th floor terrace… looking at the lights in the sky… compete as to who could spot the most lovely ones…
a yearly ritual even if just that….
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