The lightening of crackers outside the glass walls of office diverted my attention from my pc. Its Diwali night, and i am here working in office till late at night. I work for an MNC and clients don't celebrate Diwali in US. Though there is not much work this night. I am here sitting in Pune while my family is in MP.
I was soon drowned into thoughts. How my family would be happy and lighting lamps in the house.. What an environment it would be, everyone happily wishing neighbours.. My family would have finished Laxmi Pooja by now and children must be bursting crackers by now.. And my mom.. She must be in kitchen cooking special delicacies for Diwali. Oh and there must be Paneer too..!! I used to love eating her paneer during my college days.. She would always be ready to cook anything for me.. I remember when i was adolescent, we used to sleep on terrace during summers in the village and she would fan on me until i wasn't asleep.. Or may be whole night or until she wasn't asleep.. And my dad who would refrain buying anything for himself.. used to bring ice cream family packs for us in the summer evenings. Then mom used to cut the ice cream into equal pieces fr all the members. Being the yougest f all 3 brothers i always demanded more. And my dad would always give me he lightening of crackers outside the glass wall - The lightening of crackers outside the glass wall of office diverted my attention frm my pc. Its diwali night, and i am here working in office till late at night. I work for an MNC and clients dont celebrate diwali in US. Though there is not much work this night. I am here sitting in pune while my family is in MP. I was soon drowned into thots. How my family would be happy and lighting lamps in the house.. What an environment it would be, everyone happily wishing neighbours.. My family would have finished laxmi pooja by now and must be bursting cracker now.. And my mom.. She must be in kitchen cooking special delicacies for diwali. Oh and there must be paneer too..!! I used to love eating her paneer during my college days.. She would be always ready to cook anything for me.. I remmbr when i was adolescent, we used to sleep on terrace during summers in the village and she would fan on me untill wasnt alseep.. Or may be whole nyt untill she wasnt asleep.. And my dad who would refrain buying anything for himself.. used to bring ice creams family pack for us in the summer evenings. Then mom used to cut the ice cream into equal pieces fr all the members Being the youngest of all 3 brothers i always demanded more. And my dad would always give me almost all of his piece saying that its too much fr him to eat. Now i realise how much they were filled with love, sacrificing their sleep for me to have a good sleep.. With an extra piece pf ice cream.. I used to see a feeling of content on my fathers face which can never be expressed in words.
Suddenly My world of thoughts was broken by my mobile's vibration.. It was a text message from my bank " rupee fifty thousand have been successfully transferred to PAPA ACCOUNT".A smile appeared on my face... I am happy and content.. Yes i love my ma and papa a lot.. I haven't ever went and said this to them.. But i know they already know it.. M still looking at my mobile message with a feeling of peace in my heart. The town outside office glass walls is full of light and sounds of crackers. Inside its silent.. The stars are shining in the dark sky.
