Mundane Musings

I do this all the time... this last minute scrambling. For weeks I have been seeing ads, and more ads of the Great Indian Festival, Diwali sales and what not. I didn't budge. I snorted in disgust at this blatant attempt of conning people into spending their hard earned money. I was not going to sway. There was no necessity to, in the first place, I told myself. I don't celebrate Diwali and S was not very picky himself. So I sat through it all, until suddenly the Gang decided to come over to our place to watch fireworks for Diwali. That turned things around. From sitting on the side and smirking smugly at the whole jamboree, I now suddenly seemed to have become a part of it. I was now pushed to being a hostess. Our building is best suited for this pass time as it was bang in the center of a large North Indian population and the skyline on the days leading up to Diwali is generally lit up in giant sparkling colours. It is such fun watching the fireworks from atop th...