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Every year, without fail, it happens. The lights come down, the sweets run out, and I find myself sitting amid crumpled gift wrappers and half-burnt diyas, wondering, now what?
It’s the classic post-festival existential crisis. One minute, I’m dressed in sequins, surrounded by people I only meet once a year, and eating like I’m sponsored by Motichoor Ladoos Pvt. Ltd. The next, I’m back in my dull cotton T-shirt, staring at my to-do list that reads “resume normal life.” Whatever that means.
The house feels different, too. During Diwali, every corner glows like an Instagram filter. Now, it’s just the tubelight flickering like it’s also emotionally exhausted. The same aunties who were showering compliments on my outfit last week are now forwarding “How to detox after festive overeating” reels. My bank account, which was already fragile, now looks like the aftermath of a cracker explosion.
Then there’s the social media comedown. The “Happy Diwali from mine to yours ✨” posts have vanished. Everyone’s stories have gone from twinkling lights and family selfies to silent reposts of motivational quotes about “routine” and “discipline.” Even influencers look tired. It’s like the entire country collectively ran a marathon in ethnic wear and is now pretending to be okay.
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And let’s not even start with the clothes. My lehenga that made me feel like a Sanjay Leela Bhansali heroine is now folded in a sad corner of the cupboard, next to the saree that still smells like fireworks. Every time I open the wardrobe, I can almost hear them sigh, “We’ll meet again next Diwali.”
So here I am, sipping sugarless green tea (as atonement for my Diwali sins), scrolling through my phone, and questioning life. Should I get a new hobby? Should I declutter? Or should I just rewatch Yeh Jawaani Hai Deewani and pretend I’m in my “self-discovery” phase?
Honestly, maybe the point of this annual crisis is to remind us that life can’t always be a festival. Sometimes it’s just chai, undone hair, and existential dread, and that’s fine. Until, of course, the next festival comes around and we forget all this again.
Sources: Blogger’s own opinion
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