Burning crackers with family and close friends — that used to be the highlight of Diwali!
The entire street would glow, everyone shouting instructions no one followed, and someone’s dad would always say, “Bas ab last one!” (which of course meant ten more rounds).
It was chaos, laughter, smoke, and joy — all rolled into one perfect evening.
Now, cut to life abroad.
We still try to recreate that magic — light a few sparklers, maybe a zameen chakri or a flower pot, all while nervously scanning for neighbors.
Even if it’s just early evening, there’s always that one person ready to complain about the noise pollution.
And those silent “no-sound” crackers? The ones that promise to just sparkle sweetly? — they always have that one rogue pop waiting to test everyone’s blood pressure.
Next thing you know, the community group chat is buzzing louder than the crackers themselves!
Still, we try our best — careful not to disturb anyone, yet determined to keep that festive spirit alive.
Because Diwali without a little sparkle and laughter just feels incomplete.
Someday, I want to take my kids home — to show them what a real Diwali feels like: the smell of fresh sweets, new clothes, lights everywhere, and the sky lit up like a festival painting.
But since the festival always lands between school weeks, we end up celebrating in our own little way — quietly, sweetly, and just a bit homesick.
After all, we’re DESI — we’ll always find a way to make even a muted Diwali shine loud in spirit! 🌟✨
Blessmesai 