Memoir of the Loser - Day 565

Yo. Happy Diwali. If you don't know what it is, then, let me tell you. Its a festival. A festival of lights Hindus celebrate. But I couldn't bring myself to be happy about it... Because fifteen years ago, I lost my father on this very day. I feel kind of numb. Me and my family prayed like we do on every festival.

Anyway, my legs hurt now. Almost everyone goes around the whole village putting lamps in religious places like temples. So, I did too. It  looks so great especially if you view it from high altitude. We didn't buy any fire crackers though. Not to save the environment on anything but because we are poor. But my uncle did. Not a lot but he bought something my sister wanted very badly. A 15 shot.

However, when she lit it, it burst only one time. I won't lie but even I was so excited. Then, I opened the whole box and the thread we have to light was broken. My sister lit it up again and it worked. But it wasn't enough. She wanted to burst one more. But even one was very expensive. We burst firecrackers after many years...

There is noise everywhere. People are quite literally burning money. Its so difficult to breathe outdoors. Unlike what i said yesterday, I am still obsessed about the things that happened in middle school. See ya;)