My parents have the good fortune of being in India this year for Diwali and I spoke to them this morning as the celebrations were in full swing (thirteen and a half hours ahead of us, I might add). I strained to hear their voices over the fireworks and started thinking about how much I really want to go back. It has certainly been a while – I was all of eight years old the last time I was there.
Maybe it’s because my parents are away, or maybe it’s because right now I’m at a school where Diwali is not widely celebrated, but this year it felt different for me. Thankfully, well wishes, sweets and flickering flames were still in abundance. Lots of sweets, actually.
Wishing much love and light to everyone.
(P.S. Looking back to a couple of years ago…)