It’s as if the world collectively exhales, allowing the noises of celebration to subside, leaving behind a lingering glow that no remaining firecracker can scare away. Streets filled with the clang of noise just an evening ago settle into stillness, littered with remnants of revelry, profoundly at rest.
In this quiet, hyper-normalcy reclaims the night. If you’re lucky enough to live among the civilised whose idea is not to leave Diwali as a theatre of war and smoke, the rustles of leaves and the occasional birdsong can soothe you back to delightful normalcy.
This silence also guides you to a gentle return to routine, a grounding presence that soothes you back from raucous, festive extraordinariness. It’s a reminder of how silence, like light, has a time and a place, balancing the vivacious spirit of celebration.
