Firecrackers destroying serene night skies amidst howling wolves and crying babies; everyone’s in a frenzy, imposing joy and ritual; bright colours, blinding sequins, loud music- the show's in full swing, as we eat, drink and be merry, and then some more, while anointing each another to the herd, in anticipation of the sacrificial chicken that will be roasted by night fall.
And yet there is much beauty in the scene, for as long as I remain outside the circle of light, grounded in darkness.