When the diyas are lit, and the flames are a prayer
for love, peace, prosperity and lots of laughter
when the rangoli is inviting to come home
and the whole home is calling your name, again
Diwali is where home is, where celebration is!!
Diyas and Diwali |
Here is my last year love story with my home town Delhi in which the office played the villain. The story starts in October with the festive spirit in air, but due to everybody being in holiday and since you are single, interpret that as no family commitments and children, you are made to stay at office, when all you want to do is be at home eating ladoos, arguing with your dad and basking in all the attention your mom wants to give you at festival time.
With the tempers soured,
and fights at home for not coming and at office for not getting a leave it
didn't seem like festival at all. One day before Diwali with shoulders dropped
and spirit in complete shambles, and a heavy heart and sounds of my mom’s voice
echoing disappointment and sadness echoing wild and loud I sat staring at my
laptop reading the Diwali greetings with sarcasm. Dreading tomorrow and missing
all my Diwali usualness at Delhi, going to friends and relatives at home,
laughing and joking all day, making an elaborate rangoli, eating home made ladoos
and kachoris and decorating the entire house. With a sigh and slight tear I brushed
away the memories and the tear.
Suddenly I got a call
from my boss saying that my leave is approved and wishing me all the best for
holidays. I controlled myself not to say nay profanities, wanting to ask him
what use is holidays now with no tickets available, I refrained and said a
polite bye. Packing my bag I made my way home, empty house I thought but just
as I reached.
The first surprise was the
rangoli outside my flat and second as I saw my mom standing at the doorway, I
almost ran and hugged her, “so what if you can’t come , we have got diwali from
delhi here for you in Bangalore, happy diwali beta”, as I entered there was my
brother and my father and the entire house decorated.
Without being given much
time, I was working around, laughing and eating my mom’s handmade besan ladoos
decorating the entire house, filling sweets in boxes to be given around. And then
suddenly the tears made their way through as I hugged my dad and all he said
was, “family is family beta, we will always be there for you, and at festival
time we ccouldn't bear to see your sad face, its time to be happy, its time for
ghar wali diwali!!”
And it was one of the
most memorable diwali for me ever, I got new friends in my neighbours as they
joined in the festivities and it was home away from home with a celebration
that I still deeply cherish and this time with diwali round the corner I am off
to home, for that special Ghar Wali Diwali!!
Diwali Rangoli! |
How long might be the distances and
the miles
The heart knows no boundaries as it
cherishes memories
That special besan ladoo and the dal
kachori
That colourful rangoli and
decorative diyas
Here’s wishing everybody a special
ghar wali diwali!!
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