This Diwali was special because it was the time I returned from university to home to celebrate the festival with my family. The preparations began as soon as I started packing my luggage, with gifts, sweets, and a happy heart.
This Diwali, I made the journey from Phagwara to Ambala to celebrate the festival with my family. The travel was full of eagerness and enthusiasm as I bid farewell to the crowded university campus, eager to bask in the warmth of home, the light of diyas, and the smiles of loved ones. Each mile took me towards vibrant rangolis, sparkly lights, and the fragrance of scrumptious sweets awaiting me. The fact that I was at home and celebrating Diwali with them made the festival all the more special and memorable.
The ride from campus to home was an oscillation between nostalgia and expectation. As the bus/train glided across familiar landscapes, visions of previous year's celebrations and childhood Diwalis danced before my eyes. Each mile brought me nearer to the comfort of home, the scent of festive delicacies, and the light of diya burning bright.
Upon reaching home, the ambiance was lively—houses lit up with lights, vibrant rangolis at each entrance, and family members' laughter resonating in the house. I spent time with my family decorating the house, bursting crackers in the lawn, and indulging in yummy sweets. Being able to celebrate with my family, detached from the rigors of university life, made this Diwali one to be remembered.
This trip wasn't a trip from college to home; it was a trip back to my roots, culture, and the spirit of coming together. Celebrating Diwali with family made me realize how special these moments are, and how every attempt to come back home is worth the joy it offers.
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