The smoke of DeepavaLi has filled the air all around. Look anywhere and you can't escape the noise, the smoke and of course their better cousin, the light. I'm scared to go out these two days anytime after 5 in the evening, not so much because of smoke as for the fear of stepping on a live bomb that the children and elders alike would've planted on the roads. Everybody wants their share of light and noise and after a while, even the beautiful stars that light up the sky in every hue begin to get on my nerves. My husband and son have gone upstairs to finish our couple of rockets and we ladies have kept ourselves to window-celebrations.
Office wore a deserted look yesterday and even the non-celebrating Malayalis had taken the occasion to have a 4-day holiday. Naturally the bugs also didn't stream in like other days and the ones remaining in the office had a much better time. One of our fellows will travel to Egypt next week or so and when we were talking about it, asked me if I never went abroad. I told him it was only once and he told me he thought I had lived in the USA for years! He only smiled and didn't explain the reasoning and I wonder what makes people have all these impressions.
My father is in his native place for DeepavaLi this time and even Chouti he celebrated there. He goes there at the drop of a hat as if he is making up for his younger days when he hardly visited.
My daughter is getting vociferous in her protests these days and milk and comb are in her bad books already. It is mandatory to sing her to sleep and she wants a new song every second day! I'm eternally grateful to 'Jhenkara' programme that used to be on radio every Sunday when we were kids. They used to sing the same song for 4 weeks and those very hummable songs have remained with me and are keeping my daughter happy till now.
Office wore a deserted look yesterday and even the non-celebrating Malayalis had taken the occasion to have a 4-day holiday. Naturally the bugs also didn't stream in like other days and the ones remaining in the office had a much better time. One of our fellows will travel to Egypt next week or so and when we were talking about it, asked me if I never went abroad. I told him it was only once and he told me he thought I had lived in the USA for years! He only smiled and didn't explain the reasoning and I wonder what makes people have all these impressions.
My father is in his native place for DeepavaLi this time and even Chouti he celebrated there. He goes there at the drop of a hat as if he is making up for his younger days when he hardly visited.
My daughter is getting vociferous in her protests these days and milk and comb are in her bad books already. It is mandatory to sing her to sleep and she wants a new song every second day! I'm eternally grateful to 'Jhenkara' programme that used to be on radio every Sunday when we were kids. They used to sing the same song for 4 weeks and those very hummable songs have remained with me and are keeping my daughter happy till now.
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