Warm Memories of Home

I’ve been away from my parents’ house for years. Reminiscences of those times flood my mind as I prepare my own home for the holidays. The joyous sound of my anklets reverberated throughout the rooms of my father’s house as I would prattle around it. I used to play in a little mud cottage that I would decorate with love.

With the blessing of everyone, I’m decorating my own house today. Every second reminds me of the house where my sibling and I used to light sparklers together. Even though it has been years since we all moved into our own homes, I can still remember those times. When we all pitched in to light the first firecracker and divided up the housework, ha…ha…ha

There is a festive glow here as well, with the lamps burning brightly, even now as I immerse myself in my house, gathering all the joy. However, all of those memories resurface every time I think of my father’s home. Making rangoli, lighting lamps, observing the neighborhood’s illumination, and indulging in my mother’s delectable cooking. My heart longs to relive that youth again today.

Greetings, readers

The way we view and live each moment of life determines how lovely it is. Whether it’s childhood or any other stage of life, we should cherish each moment since life is so lovely. Every stage of life has its own unique beauty. My blog post today is a little in-depth, but I simply wanted to urge to live each day to the fullest, smile constantly, be content, and be healthy. Until we meet again, take care of yourself and I hope you all have a safe, happy, and healthy Diwali.

~Preeti😊