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Fireworks

Three weeks of ‘Diwali vacation’ was always welcome when I was in school. Of course, there was the typical drill of homework and assignments but who cared! From running down the stairs gaily to see some fireworks just before the Sun bathed the world in its warm pastels to sampling the assortment of  sweets and snacks that mom made…Diwali had a special place in my heart!

And that was about a decade back…maybe more! And as time slipped past me in its taciturn manner, I grew out of all those tiny things that mattered so much to me. No more fireworks, no addiction for sweets, no more looking forward to Diwali and definitely no more Diwali vacation! And the last one is the worst. It’s funny how we all look forward to growing up when we are kids and when we do grow up we yearn to revert back to the simple things that gave us joy.

To all the Diwali vacations spent bursting fire-crackers with dad and the yummy ‘Mysore paks’ (a south Indian delicacy) that my mom makes…to all the effortless moments of joy and the unpretentious spreading of love!

Hope you all have a beautiful day…do spend some time thinking about the beautiful moments that made your life bright as the colours of fireworks…do smile at how much has changed and do embrace all that has led to it!

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8 thoughts on “Fireworks”

  1. this is very true and sad too. But sometimes memory is the key that opens up the lock and brings back many lost things! My mother made a Gujerati sweet called Mohanthal and years later I met a cat who had the same colour as that sweet and I named her Mohanthal! for that diwali sweet!

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  2. And the last one is the worst. It’s funny how we all look forward to growing up when we are kids and when we do grow up we yearn to revert back to the simple things that gave us joy.
    This is an absolute truth!!!

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  3. I agree with busymindthinking about that one sentence. At certain moments as an adult, we look back at your life as kids and sometimes wish we could back to experience something all over again. In a way we can, through our memories. 😉

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