As a night of fireworks and celebration dims to nothing more than a soft drizzle on window panes, the faint smell of gunmetal and the sea of wrappers caked on damp roads, I realize how quickly life goes by. How soon spring changed to summer and the monsoons came rolling into a crisp winter.
No longer do I feel the sting of love lost or ideals drowned. How far I've come since that lonely May night. How much I've gained in the light of my loss.
Diwali has brought with it new somethings and laid to rest old nothings.
This night of happiness and light has turned my once painful flames into nothing more than an almost unnoticeable ember.
Until next time, my pretty festival and the reason for my name.
