By Mohini Deshpande
It had started to get dark.
She missed the last minute hustle-bustle
of the night before Diwali. When everyone at home would join hands to make from scratch, the beautiful lantern that would be lit the next day. She missed the memories of making it at home with her sister.
Until there came his sisters.
"Vahini what type of lantern should we make this year?"
"Any ideas??"
Those words felt like melody to her!
Oh yes, here too, in this new family of hers, the same tradition of making the lantern from scratch was being followed, and it suddenly felt like home! Her joy knew no bounds!
She missed the comfort of roaming around in the house whenever, wherever, however she wanted to, interfering while her mother cooked, of screaming at the top of her voice, breaking into a dance out of nowhere, and laughing so loud like no girl would!
She missed sitting at the dining table and ranting away the day's happenings to her mother, of all the fun she used to have with her partner in crime, her sister.
Until one day not far ahead, she realized it was short lived.
In a few days time, this new place magically became as much home to her as the one she'd been born and brought up into.
She never had to behave differently than the daughters in the house, just cz she was a new addition to the family!
Her husband's family did become her very own!
By Mohini Deshpande
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