Ghar wali Diwali

The fun starts one month prior to Diwali day itself. The work starts by cleaning the house, rearranging the furniture and painting the whole house. It seems like we are creating a new energy in our home to welcome Diwali. On Diwali Lakshmi puja is the main attraction for the elderly people whereas children lookout for the best crackers. I used to start crying for crackers two weeks prior to Diwali. My younger cousin brother and I used to burn the crackers together. My aunt, uncle and brother with my whole family used to have a Diwali day spent with each other. My uncle used to be my example for buying crackers, he used to bring the latest crackers and I used to be filled up with happiness just looking at them. This particular Diwali that I have in my mind was extra special because my aunt, uncle and cousin sisters had also joined us at our house. They had come from U.S.A and over there my sisters did not have any experience of burning crackers. So my aunt, brother and I had decided to show them what they had missed out on. We had gone through with the exchange of gifts and sweets in the morning and had a nice lunch. My brother and I started to bring the crackers together, in front of our house. My aunt used to accompany us in this auspicious work. Then we brought our two little sisters outside in the evening. We strolled with them in and around our colony to show them all the decorations that adorned each house because of Diwali. They were more than happy with that alone. But we told them that there is a bigger surprise. So when we reached home, we got to work instantly. We brought the candles and matchbox outside. We made them stand at a distance and watch the show first. The sparklers were the first in line, we moved them round and round to make temporary lightning drawings in the air.

 

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Next came out the charkhari(a round firecracker which when burnt revolves at a high speed making a circle of light around it), some were not lighting at first and the ones which lighted in first go surprised us. The ones which got lighted more of startling us made us the laughing stock for our sisters.

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The next were anar bomb(cone shaped firecrackers which when lighted from the tip produce light high above itself), which were lighted by our ever faithful sparklers. The light produced from each anar was different. Green, blue, orange and yellow lights coming from them caught us in the moment.

 

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Now we called our spectators to burn crackers. Eager but apprehensive they picked up the sparklers and lit them. They were mesmerized. We let them burn an anar or two with their sparklers and they were beyond happy by that time. Finally the time for the main crackers came up. The rocket and the 3 feet long sparkler were the one for that season. When the 3 feet long sparkler was lit, each and everyone in our house came out to look at the beautiful sight. The rocket was taken to the terrace. A glass bottle was arranged and then began the fun. We put the rocket inside the glass bottle and with the sparkler we burned the wick and saw the rocket soaring in the sky. The firework was amazing and as the five rockets were finished blazing in the sky we looked for more. But they were finished and we weren’t really contended. That is when our uncle came from behind us and surprized us by producing one more rocket. This particular rocket was the best. From one rocket we saw fireworks for fifteen times.

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My cousins and I were uber happy by the end of our celebration. My sisters got to know what was #GharWaliDiwali all about and the highlight in the evening just made them celebrate it back in U.S.A as well from then on.

 

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GharWaliDiwali with Pepsi and Kurkure :)

 

Blush

She laughed a little on his silly joke and started coughing. He put the glass of water to her mouth. As she finished drinking, he came near her lips and licked the rolling drop of water from the corner.

Are you okay now darling? He asked.

A blush appeared on her cheeks. She looked at him and smiled. Even after 40 years of being together he had this effect on her.

Of imperfection and happiness

Picking up the crumpled newspaper i thought, there have been number of times i had told the old lady to not read the newspaper this way. I put it on the flat surface and started arranging the papers in correct order and pressed the folded parts. I did not like it when the newspaper was in that shape.

There are so many things in our life that we don't like. I have fallen in love with a guy in his definition he is imperfect but for me he is perfect. His imperfectness makes me truly happy if you ask. Their maybe some qualities of him which i wouldn't approve of but that doesn't make my love any less for him. I accept him how he is.

When one is not happy, he or she doesn't find anything good no matter how good it really maybe. The state of your mind and your preconceived notion about something is what hinders most of your happiness. I am not feeling well right now so i am blaming my mood and unhappiness on it. I will be there out of it hopefully soon to smile again and say "I am happy."

Game of blogs - Aryan's reverie (Round 2)

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It felt like yesterday to him that he had helped Shekhar and Roohi to leave Delhi. Roohi was being fed a different story by Shekhar as they were sitting inside the auto on their way to the train station. Seats were booked by Shekhar under their fake names. Aryan did not ask what was there name going to be and where they were going. He was just helping and he didn’t want them to be in danger in case he were ever interrogated. He could easily get away by saying he doesn’t know. He had provided the father and daughter duo with shelter till their fake IDs were being made by his friend Siddharth.

 The night before that day Shekhar had just tucked Roohi in bed and came to the drawing room. Without a single word being exchanged Aryan had prepared a drink for each. He handed Shekhar his glass while cheering it with his own. They were down fifth round and the alcohol was beginning to speak as Aryan heard Shekhar speak. It was all so surreal, he never thought that Tara, Shekhar and Roohi would break apart this way.

Shekhar was blabbering the same story again and again about how he had heard Tara speaking about divorcing him and taking Roohi’s custody. He was confessing his undying love for Tara but the very next moment he said he hated her for thinking of such a thing. As Shekhar was finishing his sixth drink, he collapsed right there on the carpet the honey coloured scotch staining the carpet slowly. Aryan picked him up slowly and placed him on the sofa.

They were friends though Aryan had been his senior. They both had worked in the same office for some time. Aryan had changed his job just in time. The office reminded Aryan of his wife.

 He hated his wife like he had never hated any other human being on this planet. He had a happy family but Neonica was always tough with Neil. Neil was their boy. She had never cared for them both, he did not mind that but she always belittled, underestimated and discouraged Neil. Neil came crying to him one night, as he was preparing his presentation. Neil never cried no matter what. He shut the laptop and hugged him. After a lot of coaxing he had complained about his mother. Aryan put him to bed and told him that all will be changed from tomorrow. The next day he had been shocked to find Neil lifeless on the bed. A white froth dripped from his mouth. He shouted for Neonica. When Neil was taken to hospital, he was declared brought dead. He had taken all the pills inside their first-aid box. Neonica was in shock, she never spoke after that day and he doesn’t know till date that where is she. He did not want to know. His ten year old was no more and it was all because of Neonica.

As he cleaned the Scotch from his carpet he was determined to provide Shekhar and Roohi their chance at a happy life. He did not want someone else to suffer from what he did.

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As he was sitting in the drawing room sipping his morning tea the newspaper laid on the table. His eyes left the spot left by the scotch on his carpet as his thoughts ended. But a new trail began the very next. Tara was devastated, he had seen her go from youthful and young to old and worried in a matter of ten days. He was in fix whether to tell her or not. He could not risk Shekhar and Roohi but even Tara was in pain. He shook his head as he distracted his mind by reading the article creating headlines.  

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Breathe you

I breathed in,

I am clueless.

There is a fragrance filling me slowly.

It is intoxicating.

I want to fill myself up.

I try to catch it all in me and

I crave for more.

No it is not a fragrance,

it is you.

I realize I wanna fill myself

"fill myself with you....."

 

 

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