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Diwali In My Incomplete House

Nov 26, 2022
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By Reshu Kalra


Before I could say, you are mine,

You were the birth place of cute puppies with 14 eyes that always shine.


They were not ready to leave the house but when gradually we became good friends .

They left, and the foundation brick of my dream was laid then...


For the first few days I was beaming with happiness

With the thought in my mind ,that it will all be soon ready as the work to be done is very less.


But gradually I started losing my patience .

All because I think I had chosen the wrong person(Mason).





My mother took an active step then ..

for hours she used to stand to keep a check on those men.


One fine day I had an argument with my with my husband .

After which he took an active step to handle the situation.


It was now, I felt that my dream would take shape...

and the festivity will now be held at my dream place.


But unfortunately we were very close to Diwali and the number of days left were very less...


I always teach my students never to loose hope,

keep trying and all the best!

But this time I was helpless


As I was dependent on many persons who were not free...

planning , execution,implementation of

a house was not my cup of tea..


I as bhabhi of all my sweet brother in laws ...

I was told to have patience and as my work would be done later to avoid the flaws.


It was not easy for me ,but gradually I started loving you the way you are..

Half done and half undone

ready to celebrate

Diwali in my incomplete house ..


And trying to give shape to

dreams of our customers ...

Wishing you (customers)all a very happy, illuminating Diwali.


By Reshu Kalra





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