The city is lit up, lights all around; the weather hasn’t dampened the festive mood it seems, it has been raining for the past couple of days yet there seems no dearth of excitement amongst the people I am surrounded by, some heading home; others busy in making plans for the long weekend ahead. I, on the other hand plan to return to my cubicle tomorrow. While on the surface everything seems nonchalant,there is but this gloom within.
Lights all around, yet the absence of the brightest star of my life’s skyline, there were lights and there She was, a season ago; this very season; last year. It were Diwali then, I was in my hometown to celebrate the festival after twelve long years, with her beside me: I was home.
And, as the lights flash and shimmer at a distance, I remember what it then felt like. The sparkle in her eyes had made my Diwali brighter than it ever had been, cut to the present: it’s nothing like what it were then, all that remains is the trail She left behind, her light dazzling and shining bright when She were here, now it does seem like a distant dream, a beautiful dream nonetheless.
The heart pines for what now seems to be missing, the lights and the incessant rain isn’t helping my cause either; as I now long for the times which were spent basking in her light.
While, the world around me celebrates with light flashing all around, I hope She’s still shining bright and spreading her glitter wherever She is.
I would still look out for the moon in the night sky tonight, oops!! New moon night it’d be.
Lights on, and the Moon missing. Diwali?? Not really !!
abhishek purkayastha 