Last year Diwali, it was fighting with neighbours and i noted this in my last year's blog on this subject.
But this year its all different. My wife is in States with my daughter. My son in Hyderabad in a training in
air force. I am alone in this flat.
Morning it is already 6 a.m. And I get up hearing a distant cracker sound.
The children have become older. The small children is afraid of crackers and
the buildings all round, the crackers are slowly dying down.
I skipped the old "enna thechu kuli" (the ritual to have drowned yourself fully in Gingelly Oil and take
a lehiyum ( a herbal paste thats good for digestion - to take care of sweets and it also takes care of
the vomitting sensation due to long hours in the smokes.
Where have the children and the happy noises of Diwali gone?
The oldies are also not keen
The festivals become held to hearts (only in homes).
The costs are sky rocketing. I bought a cover full of mathappu.
My neighbour (jayanthi) brought me some sweets and idli.
The festival of lights ( and crackrs) is slowly losing its old glory.
I felt sad on the soundlessness of the Diwali.
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