Happy Diwali

It's noisy. My head hurts. It's smokey. My eyes burn. hmph hmph
But the sky lights up now and then in pretty colours. There's that bomb that goes off somewhere and catches you unaware. The markets are full of people, merry-making. There's sweets and food so lovely that I become a gluttonous pig. It's noisy. It's smokey. It's Diwali and I love it.

The nonsensical pot

The pot... it was nonsensical. It thought itself unique. {It was nonsensical you see!} "One of a kind, rare, one in a million, so white, so pure", it uttered flattery in its name all the time and basked in the limelight it created for itself.

Then one fine day she came.She stopped. She looked. She shat in the nonsensical pot just to shut it up.

Millions - that's how many nonsensical pots there are now. They don't chatter anymore, just flush down the shit we give. How nice of 'em all!