Even though I have lived abroad for many years now, I still carry a longing for the motherland with me everywhere I go. I miss India even when I am physically there because I know that now I am just a visitor and this place that I call home is not really my home anymore, it is space that I yearn for. And this yearning becomes even more profound during the festival of Diwali.
I miss the intense fervor that engulfs everyone during this time. The festivity in the atmosphere, the air crackling not just with the fireworks but with excitement as well. Cleaning your house, buying gifts for everyone, making a million types of sweets and snacks and then dressing up in the finest clothes and jewelry is something you can only enjoy when you are in India, because everyone is doing the same thing at the same time.
Sydney seems like a lonely place tonight, as I walked home the only light that I saw was of the street lamps and Mr. Moon smiling at me munificently reminding me that in another part of the world there was a country lit up with a million lights. So I filled my home in Sydney with a few lights as well. Hoping that somehow, somewhere my restless heart will settle knowing this is now home.
Wishing everyone a very happy Diwali, may your life be full of twinkling happy lights.