Rootless-ness

The toughest part of being an immigrant are the festival days. Durga Puja, Diwali, Dushera, Holi, etc etc. You grew up knowing these as your life line to a community and a sense of self. And now when these days just pass you by , with out a whimper, just another day, you know that vacant feeling in the pit of your stomach is here to stay.