T'day.

Currently haunting the house. Feeling so fucking alone.
Ah well I've lit enough tea lights to illuminate the house in a warm glow and now perusing pictures that family has put up on whatsapp.
It's not the love of festival that makes me feel lonely now that I'm not back home; I've not celebrated Diwali with my family for over 6 years, since I'm always expected to spend this time with my in laws, but I was kinda hoping that this time It could be different and I'd get to spend it with my parents if I were back home.
Of course that's not happening and I've to content myself with pictures alone.
I wouldn't have minded were I cozily snug in my house as long as it wasn't being so damn singularly solitary.
Well, work demands things and weekends are usually overlooked.
So here we are, staring at whimsical tea lights that are strangely redolent of lavender and staring into a bright screen

I too hate those cookie cutter Diwali greetings, what's more people put in a google image and simply mass mail or whatsapp that.
Larger part of my morning was sent replying to such mails and greetings and having snoozy tete-a-tete with some so called dearer acquaintances.. and of course family which wasn't snoozy.

Actually I started missing this whole affair when my dad told me that they've bought flowers by the kilo and some more vagrant members of the family were busy stringing them together to make an array of garlands.
I just felt like I'd really want to spend this day with my parents and my brother, sitting in cool-warm sunshine, the dog prancing about, my brother stretched out in the garden, preferably with a cup of tea while preparing for nighttime shenanigans.

Ah well, wishes wishes.
What good has ever come of that.

So I treated myself to a big dinner and perhaps later I could tea.

Maybe I'll go look for the cat.

Happy Diwali my darling.