Writers Jam

we start with the cleaning deeds, the windows, the dusty lamps, the tiles, the cobwebs staring right into my soul, my mother promises us; my little brother and me, a delicious meal of siddus dipped in melted ghee later night, after the three of us wash up and start to devour the food, i have an epiphany to view the food touched the lips of four.

it's diwali today, my little brother wishes me as he is always so loud and cheered up during the festivities, i shoo him away as i'm still sleepy. the younger me would've been awake before the sun but it was different this time. by the time i am, my addict ass turned on my phone as usual to find beautiful pictures of women dressed up, looking lovely.

oops i'm late for it as i rush to take a shower, take my suit out, put my mascara on, the bindi, the juttis. (click, click, click. post, post,post.)

hey! drew a rangoli too.

(click.post.)

the night has arrived as my mom performs the traditions, she had to bend over to get the decorated pitcher as a stark pain flew across her back. the white liquid she puts in the bowl and the green one to make the pahadi rangoli, beautiful, but i still knew none of it. i knew nothing of the things she does every diwali and is it too late?

my brother proceeds to be happy about the firecrackers, but why am i not the same as him? the happiness inside me didn't flew across, why? too bummed to do anything.

the delicious meals kick in with feasts lined up. the chairs in the dining hall are happy to be seated at together for once. everyone goes back in. only my caption and wj gets to hear 'happy diwali' from me was what i will sleep with the realization to.