lost celebrations

it was the most celebrated festival , the day of joy and happiness and a reason for a lot of things. there is a day when one forgets everything , when one forgets the worries, the tension, the ups and downs of life ... and just celebrates. a reason to be happy inspite of everything that life throws at a person. one day when there is a vibrancy in the air , a smile on every face and the festive mood on the streets. today was the day when human spirit and warmth could be truly felt and it was amazing how truly happy every single person was. one does not worry about exams on this day, nor about work, nor about his love, nor about the finances , nor about those innumberable pursuits of life in which we always have a reason to worry about. this is a day when one lets go of everything , one sets himself free from the chains bound and lives life for the moment. this day is truly the day when each and every person lives for the moment. and what a joy to behold ! and in the night the lights lit up the sky and he always looked at wonder ... it never ceased to amaze him. looking up now all he saw was a plain night sky.
and right now he realized he was an alien in a world where hardly anyone understood the meaning of the day. and as he gazed into the sky from his window he understood the meaning of culture and traditions and customs and society which made him what he was today. it was what made him look at the sky wishing it would light up any second. wishing that he had that food, wishing he was in the celebration ... a part of the moment. half way across the world and he felt distant at heart.
looking around his room, the spirit of the day was missing. he walked across and filled his glass with water. he sat on the chair and leaned back, sipping water at ease. there were papers strewn across the floor. could a 1000 miles be bridged by anything at all and experience the day ?