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.
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If you get time... do read:
http://dropsfromsolaris.blogspot.com/2008/11/mute-decibels.html
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