A Festival's Aftermath

Yesterday was the festival of lights. 
Perhaps the festival of noise, smoke, wasted paper and wasted energy too. Deepavali. 
Through my window, I heard enough the whole day. 
Through the same window, I hear the "music" of brooms cleaning up after yesterday's excesses. 
The sound of that music has just moved on, and yesterday's leftovers are out again, to create further leftovers. 
This in a city where there is no place to dispose of solid waste intelligently. 
They bought. They came. They celebrated. They bought more, They celebrated further. They left, but didn't pack up.
Then they came. They swept. They did their bit. All I can do is spare a thought for her and her colleagues, and hope for better attitudes and understanding next Diwali.



God bless them...
There is a lot to be said for "Moderation in everything. Everything in moderation", isn't there? 

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