This Diwali...

I was alone. Not completely though. My memories old and recent were decent enough company. Our childhood is measured out by sounds and smells and sights, before the dark hour of reason grows. I believe that what we remember from childhood we remember forever - stamped, inked, imprinted, eternally seen.

Although I have spent many evenings in my own company, it was different this time. Needless to say, I was homesick…and was visibly upset. Remembrances till date were forming images of all kinds in front of my eyes. Eternally seen, it was indeed.
Nevertheless, I made an attempt to keep my promise to the loved ones. I tried to focus on my work. I was thinking when a beautiful pattern in the dark sky struck my eyes, through the window. Memories again knocked by.
Suddenly, my musings were interrupted by realities. I don’t know how.
I realized that there are countless people who are lonelier than I am. They are lonely not only in their celebration but their strife as well. This, of course, didn’t make me feel better. This wasn’t meant to.

In a world with no right or wrong, ‘justification’ is an unheard term.
People often say that I think too much. I think that everybody thinks, what differs is what we think about. Also often people are not consciously aware that they are thinking.

I got the Diwali night on my own rather, me and the lights and the darkness.

Hope you all had a great Diwali. God bless all!