Like happiness, celebration is a state of mind. When you are happy, the energy flows. It multiplies your happiness. And Celebration becomes meaningful.
Yesterday was Deepavali. This year I wanted to celebrate? it in a way I wanted, which is, not to celebrate. Few reasons which I leave to myself.
Celebrations bring magical memories back to our life. My first Deepavali was, if I could remember, when I was somewhere 5,6, or 7. I can't exactly remember the age. But I remember the moment. Still fresh, very fresh in my memory. There are many Deepavalis came and went, every year it was different. It was different in the way we approached it, in the way we celebrated it.
We should never skip celebrating Deepavali, according to our beliefs. Even the poorest people, who can't afford to buy a lot of things to mark the celebration, will find a way to celebrate it in the simplest form, at least. There must be some sort of activities in the name of celebration.
This is my sixth year Deepavali in Kuching. The first year here was supposed to be alone, if not for my house mate. She wanted both of us to celebrate it with a fellow Indian family. Though I was not so keen in the idea, I agreed and we celebrated with our friends. After all, without people, where is the celebration?
And after that, almost every year, I went to Ipoh. There would be always be either dinner, lunch or high tea at my place. Last year, I think we invited almost up to one hundred.
Yesterday afternoon, while I was fixing something in the room, Ika visited me, followed by Mo and later by Mitch. I prepared simple dinner. This morning, my friend asked me, while we were chatting, if I celebrated or was it another day.
Yeah, it would have very much been another day, had it not been for my debaters!
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