Diwali

I cant come up with a single reason why I should remember diwali from school days with fond memories. I'd have to get up very early in the morning, would have to have an 'oil-bath'. This would invariably end with flakes of the shikakai powder irritating my eyes. And I hated crackers. Sparklers were okay I suppose, but I utterly loathed the noise from the crackers that would drown everything else for a few hours. Only bright side was the way it'd invariably rain in the afternoon.

Yet, there was something that I cant pin point. Something that makes me conclude, I did enjoy all those diwalis really. Just the magic of childhood perhaps?

Spending this Diwali in London watching the fireworks outside the balcony window.