🌟 When Diwali Spoke to Me

 ðŸŒŸ When Diwali Spoke to Me

There are many festivals I enjoy Pongal, Navaratri, Ayudha Pooja, Saraswati Pooja, Vijayadasami… each one has its own beauty, traditions, and joy.
But Diwali feels different. It feels special, the one festival where I don’t just watch the celebration, I hear it, feel it, and live it fully.

This year, I joined my brother to burst crackers. For safety, I removed my sound processor. Holding an incense stick, I touched it to the mouth of the first cracker, then ran just as it started to light up.

The Bijili and Lakshmi cracked and popped sharply on the ground and I could hear every spark, every vibration, clearly, even without my processor. Then came the rockets and shots, soaring into the sky and blasting above us. I felt the echoes roll across the air. Finally, the 1000-wala crackled and roared, stretching its sound into a long, rolling wave.

In that moment, something strange happened in my ears a little blocked-ear sensation, like the feeling we get on a hilltop. And then it hit me: “Wow! I can hear this. Really hear this.

It wasn’t just sound. It was joy, excitement, and connection all at once. The festival wasn’t only in the sky or on the streets, it was inside me. I felt proud, strong, and alive. It reminded me that even with profound bilateral hearing loss, the world can reach me in ways I never imagined.

Diwali is the one festival that gives me wonder, magic, and hope, a reminder that sound can find us, joy can find us, and life can surprise us, every single moment.

Diwali didn’t just light up the sky. It lit something inside me too. ✨

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