Celebrations
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“இனிய தீபாவளி நல்வாழ்த்துக்கள்”, Isha, my better half, woke me up wishing in our mother tongue. I smiled, hugged her and conveyed my wonderful wishes by tasting the sweetest sweet of hers. It lasted long for two lovely minutes after that, I sipped my coffee admiring her way of wearing saree. “You know what, you look damn cute in this peacock blue saree,” I said, she blushed a lot, “Hmm… is it…? dear, today we have to take oil bath so wait for a moment I will help you,” she said and helped in oiling myself. I took a fresh bath, dressed up in my ethnic wear and came out with her to have our breakfast.
“Happy Diwali”, my in-laws conveyed their wishes and blessed us for long and happy life, in turn we. Isha, my in-laws and I went to pooja room to pray to God for a happy life. Followed by that we had our breakfast, “Aunty, the food is too delicious, you cook so well,” I exclaimed, “Of course my mom cooks so well,” she said, “I don’t think so,” my father-in-law said, “dirty fellow”, my mother-in-law urged and it almost took half an hour for us to complete our delicious breakfast.
I was very much excited as I am enjoying a different celebration for the first time in my life and so she, as we went out to burst crackers for the first time as a newly wedded couple. Isha and I gave some filmy posts as my in-law started recording the video of five thousand wala. It was totally fun as she screamed like a kid and hid herself behind me. “Hey it is done, come let us burst the second.” I said, “Oh no way, please”, “No… No… We have to burst it”, I somehow convinced her and lighted the second five thousand wala. It was fun to see the Isha jumping up and down on the road with small kids to escape from the crackers. “Wow! Wow! Wow! This is the golden era of all human beings” I said, “Of course it is,” she said, “Yes, I am having a good time after a long time” I said and smiled.
After an hour of bursting the crackers, we went inside to watch the Television shows and heavy lunch followed by it. My in-laws went to sleep after the heavy lunch and we too. “Ish, I was very much excited in the morning about the celebrations but now I feel that I am doing the same thing every year, oil bath, breakfast, bursting crackers, lunch, TV shows, crackers and then to sleep,” I said, “What is the change you want?,” she sounded little depressed. “Hey dear, of course this is the year I enjoyed the most in my lifetime and the reason behind that was you but,” I said. “But,” “I still feel we could have enjoyed it in different way,” I said. Tears came rolling down from her eyes, “Hey, try to understand me, I enjoyed this day only because of you,” “What else do you need me to do?” she cried out, “Why don’t we go to some orphanage to enjoy our First Diwali?” I said, “Wow! This is a wonderful idea…” she exclaimed in happiness and took me nearby Orphanage, “Little Angel”.
“Welcome to Little Angel!” the receptionist greeted us warmly and took us inside the orphanage. There we were introduced to Sharada Madam, the secretary of the Orphanage. “Madam, this is Siddesh and Isha, we got married just a month ago and we wished to celebrate our First Diwali with these little angels, shall we?” I said. “It is nice to see a young couple visiting an orphanage for celebrating their First Diwali, you are always welcome,” Sharada Madam said and introduced the Kids to us. There were around forty flowers sat in a circle and wished us ‘Happy Married Life’ with full josh. We distributed sweets to all the cute flowers, spoke with them about their life and aim, lighted the crackers and enjoyed the most. Although they were forty, Akhil, Anwar, Nithya & Sheela are the most familiar names I heard while bursting the crackers. “Brother, thank you so much for celebrating Diwali with us,” Anwar said, “Wish you a happy married life. I have a request sister,” Nithya said, “Hey cutie what is your request,” Isha said, “Will you celebrate your new year with us,” Nithya said. “It is our pleasure to celebrate with you people”, we said in tears, once again hugged, kissed all the forty flowers, donated them and left the Orphanage with a big smile.
“I love you so much idiot,” she said, “Me too, hope I made your day happy,”… She blushed, I smiled, hugged her and said, “What a Diwali we had? I can’t forget this day and I am sure I will pen down this,” “Yes, of course you have to,” she said. As soon as we reached home, we lighted the diya’s, sat in peace to cherish the sweetest celebrations that we had today.
“Do you remember what we promised when we married?” She sounded little husky, “How can I forgot that secret?” smiled, “What a romantic environment is this?” I said, “Keep it as a secret forever my sweet and romantic hero. I still love you first Haiku dear,” she sounded huskier,
“Fuelled by your voice
Imprisoned in your cute eyes
I kissed you with bliss”
............................................................................I romanced a little
Imprisoned in your cute eyes
I kissed you with bliss”
............................................................................I romanced a little
“I have to say that you are truly a romantic person I fell in love with… You are my romantic hero, moreover, this lighting is too romantic” she said blushing, “Of course what a romantic place is this, the lighting, sitting with someone special in your life near those diya’s and that too by this time of the night is super romantic. Keep your hand on mine”, I insisted, she too followed the same as we cherished the sweetest celebrations that we had in our lifetime, First Diwali, “தலை தீபாவளி”
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Also prompted @ Carry On Tuesday, Image @ Room for Romace
