She loved all the festivals. But her favorites were Holi and Diwali. She loved how her father used to bring all the fire crackers and how they went for Diwali shopping. Diwali shopping didn't mean many things, just one dress, and a few fire crackers. She was a satisfied person.
Playing holi with family was always heartening. She loved smearing each other with colors colors
She stopped asking anything to her Mom. Her only aim in life was to study hard and lift her family out of this situation.
She studied hard, got a good degree and started working. Life was smoother. But she still didn't feel like buying fire crackers or playing holi. She would miss her father so badly during these festivals. She didn't have any reason to celebrate.
When she was twenty five, she got married, and the first year went by happily. She celebrated all the festivals with her husband. Her Diwali illuminated after years, and Holi brought back colours into her black and white life.
The second year, they planned for a family, but were not successful. Again, she lost interest in festivals. The whole year she would just carry on, but come Diwali and Holi, she would feel the loneliness.
They consulted doctors, but nothing worked. Her husband and family were supportive and co-operative. They always took care of her. But nothing could feel the void inside her. After ten years, she finally conceived through IVF, and delivered twins - a boy and a girl. Her joy knew no bounds. Now, everyday was a festival.
She celebrated her favorite festivals after almost two decades. The festivals were here to stay.