Stories by the bonfire

This haiku captures the essence of Lohri through nature’s lens — the cleansing rains, the nurturing earth, and the wisdom passed down through generations. It reminds us that festivals are more than rituals; they are stories shared around bonfires, bridging the past and present. Inspired by my grandmother’s words, this poem reflects the beauty of traditions that connect us to our roots, to each other, and to the land we cherish. Lohri is a celebration of life.

Washed with winter rains, 

mother earth receives lohri. 

My granny says so!

Welfare unto all 

Rab rakha 

The last hurrah

She savored her stay with us.

Every single moment.

A slight pause,

Miniscule almost.

And then

It was time for her,

To wander

Beyond the horizon,

Behind the sun.

I still remember her last hurrah,

“Alright! 80 years of heaven are up”