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The night before…

The anticipation.
The wait.
The smell of heated oil.
The messy kitchen floor.
The smell of sulphur (what we then knew as gun powder).
The noise.
The cacophony.
The craziness.
The joy.
The smell of new fabric.
The last minute rush to the tailors.
The restlessness of the household.
The smell of ghee and sugar.
The competitive spirit (to light the first ‘cracker’ in the neighborhood).
The occasional damp ground (thanks to the monsoon).
The happiness.
The continuous pouring in of family members.
The sharing of recipes.
The inquisitive neighbors.
The never ending discussion about new clothes.
The festive mood.
The countless heaps of sweets and savories.
The cheer.
The sleeplessness.
Ha..The sleeplessness.

I don’t feel any now. I sure have come a long way.

Happy Deepavali!


Besides fantasizing about being a Peter Gibbons at least for a couple of days at my work, I think I have a long way to go to realize some of the other fantasies. But like any ambitious man out there, I will get there! Note: All views expressed in this blog are mine alone and have got nothing to do with my company Cogent IBS, Inc., its employees or any of its affiliates.

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