#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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