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MORE THAN JUST BURSTING CRACKERS

The busy schedule of life with exams hovering on our heads and the pressure to create a better future is overwhelming. The craving to get into our hostel beds, for a restful night is probably the most satisfying act at the end of a day.
Among all this the phone call from mom makes the day complete. The first time living away from home is tough and thinking you'll not be able to celebrate Diwali with your family. Doesn't that bother you? Being sad 'cause the next day you have an exam, so you let go of all the fun. Although hearing the sound of bursting crackers at night does not make it easier to study. Ah, well the exam is written and the hard work pays off, but do you know what actually makes me smile? It is the package that just got delivered for me. Not just sweets, but the love, care and saudade from my family. That's what's phenomenal. I realize their selfless attempts to make me feel like I'm home, showering me with their blessings, saying we'll buy you something when you get home.
The happiness is unmatched. Such emotional drama due to a festival just emphasizes it's beauty and worth. I guess I needed to go through this emotion as well and it'll only give me goosebumps every time I think about how much this festival means to so many people on the planet. Happy Diwali.

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