The weekend is full of colours and music. Golu, garba and good times. It is that time of the year when all ethnic wear sees light of the day.

Bumping into friends old and new, dancing till my feet ache and crashing in the sofa after a a yummilicious dinner make me feel in the present. In the moment.

P.S. some things have become a ritual, like festivals, that we have been celebrating outside India for over two decades in the way we remember from our home towns. We may have only a part of it. But this has become our way of life.