Fest Memory

It was the eve of Diwali. Everywhere there was shine and brightness. Everyone was very happy. I and my brother was suffering from typhoid... We don't have even that much interest in celebrating the fest that we can feel light and glittery... But still, my mother positively came to us... And told us to enjoy the illness even.

My brother didn't show any interest... But I agreed with my mother. I helped her sit up the candles in the home. That helped my interest to grow. Then to further make us feel better.. My mother started singing and later on, we danced too much... I have never ever enjoyed this kind of liveliness even when I was fine earlier. This time there was a new zest and fervor. Really memory of that festival creates life all around me...