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A Sedate Diwali

Yesterday was Diwali and needless to say, we were all agog. Not me, as I'm still in mourning for my Dad, as this was my first Diwali after Dad's demise. I couldn't help recalling how, as a child, Didi & I used to have a whale of a time during the festival of lights. Dad would buy fire crackers, phuljhari, charkha, dori and some improvisations the market would come up with each year. Didi & I would diligently expose all our fireworks to the Sun during the afternoons. We would partition our fiery properties so as to avoid disputes when the big day came!

The big day would finally come. Lighting the crackers was great fun and the little sibling rivalry that had been brewing over the past few days would finally subside and camaraderie would kick in. We would pool our crackers together and light them in unison. Sharing was more fun! Being the more timid of the two, I was slightly subdued as compared to the other folks, so Didi was on the driver's seat.

I was and still am a little scared of crackers. They are way too noisy and slightly dangerous. Phuljharis are my all time favorite.

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Anonymous said…
I love phuljharis too :)

I'm sorry to hear about your dad..it must be still be tough for you and your family..especially on diwali...

Nonetheless, I hope the new year ahead has a lot of goodies in store for you :)

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