The day ends in another eighteen minutes.
Tomorrow, we will be celebrating Diwali, literally translated to festival of lights. The festival originates in mythology, a day celebrated for the homecoming of a certain God. It is a long story but i don't want to write about that.
There is a breezy chillness in the air and why not! It is the end of October... in another week, the winter will set in. The city is already preparing itself. There is a mild mist that circles the city, showing off... what is about to come, what is awaited.
And, in this lightheaded chillness, the city looks beautiful. The roads are lit, the shops stay open late than usual... and people- oh! they are always there. This city sleeps but it never looks like it. Diwali is another of the festivals which sets in motion a chain of events- a fission of energy and it radiates in every individual... rich, middle class, and poor.
If you come to the city tonight, you will be amazed by the lights... beautiful and colorful, covering the whole city in their gaze. It is an amazing feeling when you look at something so enriched and bright. For a moment, it is easy to lose out on the troubles and just focus on the good.
They are like little angels guiding the way in an old city... where cultures mix, people clash, and where there is always too much of everything. And, even though this is a small city, it is beautiful and unique in its own way.
If you come to the city tomorrow, you will probably be stuck in traffic jams- hour long.
But, the night will be beautiful- lighted and loud. You will see fireworks in all their glory- just like the 4th of July. It will fun because what could be more fun than having the whole family at home- just like Christmas.
The city turns in its pretentious slumber tonight... knowing that it will awake to a beautiful morning. A morning full of new hopes, better relationships, brilliant food, and fun.
Of course, the day after tomorrow, everything will be back to normal. Things in life will continue to annoy, people at work would continue to be jerks, and every day will be like any other day.
But, somehow the lights would have shone... and somehow, the world would have become a better place.