Festive Season [verified] -

It is the festive season. And it arrives not with a bang, but with a low, humming electricity.

You laughed until your ribs hurt. You danced badly. You ate the cake. You held someone’s hand a little too long. festive season

Consider the humble Christmas cookie exchange, or the Diwali mithai box. These are not snacks. They are edible diplomacy. When you hand a plate of baked goods to the grumpy postman, you are saying: “I see you. You exist. Please take this sugar and have a better day.” It is the festive season

But during the festive season, we willingly suspend reality. We stay up until 2 a.m. wrapping gifts in shapes that defy geometry. We drive forty-five minutes to see a single inflatable Santa on a neighbour’s roof. We eat carbs without apology. You danced badly