Happy Diwali!
Dear Friends, When I was in India, I have neglected celebrating several Diwalis and considered it as rather "childish". Now, I am away from home and I wish to wake up by 4 am to be the first in my street to burst the crackers, to wash my oiled hair with shikakai paste, to wear the new clothes kept inside the pooja room, to gather the remains of the crackers towards my house, to exchange sweets and murukkus with my friends and family. I miss the special privilege given by the people on the road who waits for me until I burst the cracker, the diwali special debates and movies on national television, the colourful night sky, the roll-cape gun, the snake pills, the chakras, the cartoon, bottle rockets, atom bomb. I miss everything. I miss the good old days. The word "Diwali" itself used to give me a thrill those days. Unfortunately I couldn't remember everything. The cold weather here freezes my brain. I have one wish to y'all. Try to bring back ...
