He looked at the sky
The beaming stars
The shining moon
Yet, he knew the night missed something
Diyas lit around
Lights glowing and lightening up the surroundings
Sweets loaded in big boxes hallmarked the ongoing festivity
But he knew none of it was his
He called her up
Nobody picked up that call
‘Must be busy with the preparations’
He rang him up
But the number was out of reach
‘Must be driving around with Diwali gifts’
Crashing on his bed
He wondered of hundreds of miles that set his room apart from his home
And of the excitement he had felt of being on his own
And of the relief of owning his own place, finally
But with passage of those brief moments of euphoria
All he is now left with are
Pangs of pain of being alone
Cringing moments of not being with them
‘What all was that independence worth?’
he asked himself
‘I want to go back. Now!’
While he was packing his bags
Somebody, hundreds of miles apart, had already started
Moments later his doorbell rang
To tell him that not only he but his family, too, was incomplete without him this Diwali.
Happy Diwali to everyone out there!
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