The festivities have been wrapped away carefully. The decor is slowly being removed to be packed away till next year same time. The special attires, ethnic ensembles are back into the lowest or highest shelves of the cupboards where they will rest peacefully for another occasion to arise. The heart is content and the soul is peaceful while the body yearns rest and endless sleep. Through the make up less face and the colourless hairline peaks my desire to get back into my cotton pajamas and house slippers and wrap myself under the warm blankets, welcoming the new season, to embrace the cold.
But the pensive me ponders if this festival ever ends. Don’t we all fight the evil to win the good every single day? Don’t we all celebrate the victory with brightness on our faces and light in our souls every single day? Don’t we all connect with those we love and eat the food we like, every other day? Don’t we all dress up the way we want and when we want, every other day?
Well, if your answer to any of these is no, then read again, think again, and try again….
Life is a festival. Celebrating it everyday, is a choice we can make.