#MagicOfWarmth - Diwali, truly a festival of lights

It was about 10 years ago when I and my neighbors had a fight. We knew them for over 5 years and were our good friends. My mom used to share our happiness, sorrows and almost every moment with them. They used to come and celebrate my birthday in our house and we used to celebrate their kid’s birthdays at their home and it was the same for each and every festival where we used to get together and enjoy our lives. I was a friend of the smallest daughter in their family and we used to play with each other daily. Ten years ago, there was a fight in the building where our neighbors were against a store employee from the same building. They quarreled and the store employee said that we were too supporting him instead of our neighbors. The employee was lying so that we too breakup and he was just trying to create a rift between us. Our neighbor did not believe us and these misunderstandings became even worse as time passed by. We kept ignoring each other, celebrating every festival alone in the house and each day was becoming terrible for us as we had to face each other every time we walk out or enter our building. While conversing with other neighbors too, this topic used to be brought up and we just did not share the matter with anyone but one thing was good between us that we both did not talk ill of each other. It was just a distance that kept us away but we still had that respect for each other as we were already friends for 5 years and relationships don’t break so easily. Whenever there were functions in the building, it started getting awkward when we used to come face-to-face with each other but we used to still smile and then move on from the place to not make it a bad situation in the function.

It had been one whole year that we did not speak to each other and I and my parents had gone down to celebrate the festival of Diwali. I began lighting diyas and bursting crackers in the building and our neighbors watched us from far. The wife of our neighbor walked up to my mom and wished her Happy Diwali offering her a piece of sweet. My mom at first refused and smiled but my neighbor insisted that she have it. The smile on her face made my mom’s heart melt and she hugged her. My neighbor said that she wanted us to forget everything that happened and start a new friendship which my mom too accepted. However, I being a kid was hesitant to make friends again with the daughter of the family but the daughter came up to me and caught my hand which was holding the phuljhadi. It was a feeling of warmth that was felt on the auspicious day of Diwali and it was truly a festival of lights for us. We gave each other a new chance and till date, we are living happily and celebrating every festival together.


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MagicOfWarmth - Best Friends Forever

I was new to my school as my parents had shifted from our earlier place and settled in a new place. Everything was new for us, neighbors, friends and I developed a great friendship with a girl from my class. She was my best friend. We were so good friends as we both had similar views on things and both of us were very stubborn. We were in the sixth standard and it was when we fought over a small issue like all kids do and I was very angry on her and she was as well angry with me. We stopped talking to each other and she went and told a girl about a secret conversation I had with her and that girl got so angry with me. I promised to then never forgive my friend ever and I made friends with another girl. I so disliked her for that and whenever I used to see her, I used to ignore her and she too used to ignore me. My new friend used to tell me that when I and that girl were so good friends, how did we fall apart? I told her that she may have never considered me as a true friend and that is the reason that she betrayed my trust by giving out the secrets that I had told her because I trusted her enough to say those things to her. I was too hurt that I told my new friend that I may never again trust each other so much and even though she is my new friend, I couldn’t share any secrets with her too. She could understand me and we used to go and come from school together.

It was after a week that my old best friend came upto me with a sad face and tears in her eyes. I ignored her and walked away but she held my hand and hugged me tightly. I did not hug her back and looked away. We broke the hug and she said:

“Sorry Erika, I really did know what I was doing. That moment, I was so angry that I just said what I had in my heart. I know I broke your trust by tell the other girl about our conversation but that I did at the spur of the moment. I was an idiot to do so. I know that you wouldn’t trust me anymore but I’m really sorry. Till you don’t forgive me, I’ll keep telling you sorry.”

I keep silent for the moment and the bell rang. We all entered the class and she kept looking at me with regret in her eyes. I could see that she was really sorry for her deed but I still did not believe her. It was then in the break that my new friend came to me and told me about the conversation she had with my best friend and asked me to forgive her. I couldn’t control myself then and went and hugged my best friend. There was so much warmth in that hug that we forgave and forgot everything that happened.

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