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Of FireCrackers and More

I'm a sap for fire crackers. There i said it out loud. There's something about them I absolutely love. They make me feel all emotional. Not bombs though. Sparklers, flowerpots and zameen chakras are what I'm a sucker for.

Today I watched a bunch of kids ranging from the ages of 8-4 bursting crackers. The ones I mentioned above. The ones that I love. And watching the expressions on their faces are what made me feel all nostaglic. The wonder and the joy. The anticipation and the eagerness. The fear and the disappointment. The glow in their faces when they held those sparklers in their hand and tried to write their names in the air with them.

I remember all those moments and then some. And i miss them. I wish life were that simple again and that I wasn't so cynical. I remember how excited I would get whenever I knew Diwali was approaching. Lamps would go up everywhere. Schools would hold lamp making and rangoli competitions. All our Hindu neighbours would have rangolis outside their doors. Sweets would make the rounds of the neighbourhood. And all my friends would boast about how many crackers they had and how many they were going to buy. I never had many, honestly speaking, my parents were of the opinion that burning firecrackers was like burning money. It's not that they couldn't afford it. They just didn't see the point. Then I threw tantrums and cried and wailed and sobbed my heart out. But now I can't really say I disagree with them. I had a small amount and it was up to me to make it lost. Everyday for a week leading upto Diwali, I would burn one box of sparklers and perhaps a couple of chakras or flowerpots. The rest of the time, I would enjoy what others had.

But I'm digressing, even then flowerpots entranced me and they still do today. I could stand for hours and hours and watch them. There's something so achingly beautiful about them. Something that pulls me closer and closer and that I just can't resist. Even today, the sight of a flowerpot has me stop to just look and marvel and appreciate. And I wish they could go on forever and forever. And that the entire world would come to a halt to observe them too.

Just so I could too.
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Mynie said…
The post really brings out the child in you, that we get to se every bloody day. Must say I'm sick and tired of it. Grow up Lyandra! Just Kidding! Hehe! Why do you find them 'achingly beautiful' though? Intrigues me.
9 November 2007 at 13:20
Gentle Whispers said…
mini,

first of all, how rude! and as to why i find them achingly beautiful i have no idea. there's just something about them that me get all mushy and sentimental
10 November 2007 at 01:36
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