Diwali has always been my favorite festival, and has never failed to elicit a smile in the dreariest of circumstances. Yet, the flavour and charm of Diwali that we experienced in Shillong can never, ever be equalled in my mind; which is why, every time the atmosphere assumes that attitude of gaiety, my mind reverts to those Diwalis in Laban, and poesy springs to my lips: Again , it is that time of the year, When gloaming arrives with tidings of cheer, As the soft wings of the winter breeze, Flutter gaily among the plants and trees As wisps of swaying golden light, Dancing in arrays to welcome the night, Perching on walls and pillars and stairs, imbue Festive eventide with their cheerful hue What gilt railing, what humble wall; What gaudy mall, what modest stall; Every little hamlet, every tower tall; Porches and yards, doorways big or small; Shimmer divinely in that quivering glow, Soothing every wan heart, every creased brow, As glowing seraphs tease the stirred air, Each as if a ...
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Humans will never pause and ponder unless something as drastic as 'The Planet of Apes' happens to them.