Diwali with crackers,
rangolis, sweets, colored lamps and card games is the most festive day of my
life in India.
For some, it is a one-day
festival, for some it is a three-day one and for some it is five-day one.
Nevertheless, this period from Dashera to Diwali, almost a fortnight, is the
most festive period in any part of my country.
I like the sky this evening that
becomes colorful with crackers; a real feast to the eyes, a real joyous moment
to clap like a child, with the equal intensity for both the rich and the poor.
I like this evening where sweets are plenty and everyone wants to share with
known as well as unknown folks around.
Diwali is not a
festival of rich or poor, neither it is anymore contained to a religion or
region; it is a festival to celebrate victory of good over evil, to celebrate the
homecoming of all good things in life.
It is not just a
Lakshmi Puja where one prays for abundant wealth. It is a day where we pray to
begin a new chapter in our lives, where our quality of life is better in a way
that we lead a life rather live a life.
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