Post-festival blues

October has come and gone. And so have Durga Puja, Kali Pujo, Diwali, and all the festivals we keep waiting for all year. They all came in a row last month and with the month ending, we are left feeling quite empty and exhausted.

Festivals are known to take away the drudgery of our daily lives, of livening up our humdrum existence by bringing friends and kin together, and celebrating in joy. One eagerly awaits this welcome change from daily routine, when we happily stretch our energies and capabilities and live it up to the hilt.

No one minds the extra work spent in cleaning and sprucing up homes. No one grudges you the money spent on buying clothes, shoes, accessories, et al. No one minds the lack of rest and order during festivals. The main point is to enjoy yourselves and bid a firm goodbye to worries and problems, at least for the time being.

And now that the festivals are over, all our problems and troubles come back to haunt us with a vengeance. The boring humdrum monotony of our lives takes over. And we are all left with post-festival blues.

Perhaps December and Christmas can alleviate this depression to some extent.

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