With strong fragrance of iconic Raat Ki Rani, the evening starts wearing its youth. You can find the seductive nature kissing you soft as the autumn breeze blow off your face. The first step you take out in open reminds you of the reasons why you hate to love this city.
On a Friday before Diwali this year (2022), I stepped out of my house dressed in my new blue kurta. With a sweet handwritten letter, a small gift and a jar of sweet nuts (after all what is Diwali if not for some (sweet) calories), I found myself excitedly getting in the driving seat to be at the place of a decade old friend.
With my (not so good) habit of being the first one to reach, I found myself sitting at her place with her father as she is (still) getting ready. In a matter of minutes, I was talking to him about his relationship with money, the things I am building and how I enjoy growing up with new found freedom of internet in India.
With her arrival, uncle was done playing the host to my boring talks! Last I sat with her was on her birthday in May and interestingly, we picked up the conversation right from where we left. One reason I love arriving early (every year) to her parties is to be able to steal some time for one to one conversation while others arrive.
As the maturity of night succeeds the youth of night, the flavors of Diwali start taking you on a ride. A ride to next hours of madness that comes with unlimited food and dance. Proudly, I set the standard of dancing on peak of sober energy which drunk ones try to match up *flips collar*
As you read this, I extend the best of my Diwali wishes you with a friendly tip: Experience the Dilli ki Diwali (party) at least once in your life. I promise you’d never settle with just one of it! :D
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