Diwali is that one day I'm hyper aware of how lonely I am. No, really, hear me out. We spend the morning getting the house ready - me and my mum do that. Then I message all my friends a happy Diwali, and then get to know they've all gone somewhere to be with their grandparents and stuff. There's only this one friend who actually messages me with some vigour, and I love him for it. Heck, even my father isn't home till late at night.
In the evening, we go down and sit with the rest of the people from our building, and all the kids come together and gossip, and all the moms go together and gossip, and all the dads go together to talk. I swear to the Gods I'm the only person who has no one to talk to. Nearly all the kids have been friends since childhood here, and since we moved in late, I'm not a part of their exceptionally tight knit group.
I wanted to cry. I've suppressed the urge. Even my sisters couldn't find the time to call me today (all three of them are celebrating together). Can I please cry now?
