Every Indian must relish that joy one feels when a guest (expected or unexpected) drops in during the Diwali holidays and brings with them that wondrous mystery of the gift they are carrying. Sometimes,you must have caught yourself prying the wrapped gift with laser-sharp eyes, trying to see through the paper.
I seriously don't know about others, but I certainly have felt it myself.
That short-lived joy when you find out that it's either a bed sheet, or some kind of utensil and the eternal joy when there is some truly heavenly mithai and a box of Lotte Choco Pie, makes you want to know what's in that attractively dressed mystery object. Yum.
However, seeing as how much thought goes into giving the gift to someone, the mental labour ends up as nothing when your gift is usually passed on to someone else eventually. It's true that a few of the gifts are kept by us, but more than half end up in another party's hands.
Not that I hate it. I think it's fascinating.
I know someone who swore that they received the gift they had given to someone back through somebody else. Unexpected, eh? No doubt it's the constant circulation of gifts taking place during the season.
It's not useless, nonetheless.
Isn't this what binds us all together? In today's times, when people rarely visit each other, Diwali provides a good reason for meeting up with someone with a gift in your hand. It is the festival of lights, still providing a way to tie us all together.
And because of all these family dramas, mysteries covering presents, and all other possible things you get to see that you never experience during ordinary times, I truly love Diwali.
And, by the way, Happy Diwali!
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