Aniruddh Subramanian, Guest Writer

A driveway so desolate

The freezing wind, the plants bare

An ordinary winter day

Until the festivities get a say.


Dusk nears, and the stove is hot

With sweet treats cooking in giant pots.

Family in hurried disarray, food plated on a tray, flying out the door, shutting with a crash.


The road becomes packed, neighbors gathering in one place,

United by faith, many a familiar face,

Lamps lit with bright fire, people stay for hours without tire, sparklers ignite with a flash!


That same driveway now so busy throughout the night,

That’s how we celebrate the Festival of Lights.