Beyond the Lights: Festivals, Memories, and the Flow of Time

By Arushi Bharadwaj, B.A. Programme

Design by Nandana

The air crackled with anticipation, a symphony of whispered secrets and excited giggles. We'd spend weeks counting down, each day a tiny step closer to the magic. Festivals were more than just days off school; they were portals to a world of wonder.

The aroma of freshly baked sweets would waft through the house, a tantalizing invitation to the festivities. We'd eagerly dress in our finest clothes, the crisp fabric and vibrant colors a testament to the occasion. Every festival had its own unique charm. Diwali, a kaleidoscope of lights, echoing with the joyous chorus of firecrackers. Holi, a riot of colors, blurring the lines between friends and foes.

We'd gather around the elders, listening to their stories, their voices weaving tales of ancient times. We'd play games that had been passed down through generations, their laughter mingling with the festive spirit. The simple joy of being together, sharing laughter and love, was the heart of every celebration.

As the years passed, the magic didn't fade, it just transformed. Now, we're the ones planning the festivities, the ones ensuring the traditions are kept alive. The weight of responsibility has replaced the carefree joy of childhood, but the essence remains the same.

We still gather, we still share, we still celebrate. But now, there's a deeper understanding, a quiet reverence for the rituals and the stories. We see the effort, the love, that goes into every preparation. And in those moments, we reconnect with the childlike wonder, the pure joy of being part of something bigger than ourselves.

As we navigate the complexities of adult life, festivals offer a much-needed respite. They remind us of the simple pleasures, the importance of family, and the power of human connection. And as we raise a toast to adulthood, let's carry the spirit of those childhood festivals with us, a beacon of hope, joy, and love.