Distant crackling of fireworks.
Neighbour’s voices of laughter..
The cool thickness of air...
Me sitting amid them....
Some are celebrating a festival.
He is emigrating for a job..
The night is dark and cold...
I am alone and my mind filled with mixed emotions....
Tomorrow there won’t be a festival.
Tomorrow he won’t be in his home..
But tomorrow the night would be dark and cold as ever...
And I’ll be sitting alone, along with my crazy mind as usual....
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