It always meant waking up at 4am, applying oil on the head, taking a quick bath at 4.30am, wearing absolutely new clothes (meaning removing the price tag at that point), and doinga tiny li'l puja, and then off to bursting crackers. And of course, not the forget the sumptuous 4 course meal, accompanied by various sweets and savories, all home-made. Then going to all neighbours and relatives homes to distribute sweets, hog hog and hog a li'l more. Watch television all day! And voila, diwali was over. Well, this was how my diwali was spent till the time I was in Chennai, with my folks.
Now, I've moved on. Or thats what I thought. However, this diwali, I couldn't sleep. Or watch television. I woke up at 4am, and too bad I woke B & T as well. And how much T growled after that! Oooh my god! Anyway, I did the same things my mom used to do. I, for the first time ever, made a full course South Indian meal. I, for the first time, did not crib about anything. Food was made before 7AM, (Oh, and also the gulab jamuns!!!!!!!!) then a quick puja, and then off to a close by temple, and then a fab breakfast (again South Indian), made by ME! B thoroughly was shocked. He also remarked, hey you are turning to be like your mom! And I go...what? don't be silly! Anyway, all that done, we start our "visit friends and relatives" spree. Oh my god! when technically means..a sort of delhi darshan again and more eating and hogging. ANd the worst part was I forgot to pack my dabba of hajmola! And I couldn't smoke...which made matters worse. But hey, its kinda bad to say no to sweets on diwali day, right? So I decided to binge. Which I did till late last night.
So boyfriend, and friends, and everyone...do not make fun. I have gained a few kilos. Which makes me extremely chubby and cuddly. Hmmm....
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