Growing up through Diwali

On a fine festive morning, I woke up to realise the amount of cracker dad had purchased for the Diwali celebration. 

Back in the day, a company called Standard used to visit dad’s office and hand over a list of all offerings with a empty column on it! All we had to do was to mark the quantity and type of the crackers. Then 2 days, before Diwali the bag used to show up at our door step. 

The size of the bag was a good indicator of the financial health of our household, haha. Over the years, the sizes varied from 3 bags full to just a few hand full crackers. 

Used to feel extremely excited, it did not matter what size of bag showed up until it did show up! 

Years later, when my eyes started burning and my brother found it difficult to breath during Diwali, it hit me! Your ideologies are so dynamic that they change at the slightest sight of the right motivation. 

It’s been a decade since I last burst a cracker and over 15 years since I last saw the bag of cracker on Diwali. 

Life gave us enough that we grew out of that bag and it no longer matter. 

For the longest time, I told myself the size of the bag did not matter only to realise one that the bag did not too! 

This is a gratefulness post, thanks to life which has been lived in a way that it brings joy and understanding of the way in the game has to be played. 

Now, I’m not against anyone celebrating Diwali with cracker, just a request thought try to look past the size of your bag! Bag could be small but the heart is full. 

Happy Diwali :)