For the first time in 23 years, I’m away from home on Diwali
Thousands of miles away
From the lights that adorn my home
The marigold flowers that are suddenly more valuable than ever
So far away from the hustle-bustle in markets
Away from that mild chill in the air that signals approaching winter
Away from the constant chatter of nosy relatives
From the madness in the streets
So far away from the cheer of this season’s parties
From the warmth of hugs and laughter
Thousands of miles away from the thousands of calories I’d be happily taking in
This Diwali,
I’m so far away from my family
From my home
So far away that,
The only lights I have are the ones on my study table
The only hustle I know of is me carrying the weight of my groceries
So far away that,
The chilly winds here make Delhi weather seem like summer
The only chatter I’m going to hear is the one in my dorm hallways
The only form of madness I see is in the race for a job
So far away that,
The only flowers I have are on my dresses
The only warmth I am getting is from the radiator in my room
This Diwali,
How I wish there were actual lights that could guide me home.
This Diwali,
Doesn’t feel like Diwali.
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