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Hangovers and the end of times

Hangovers are not just related to alcohol. The worst hangovers are related to good times. We've all experienced that feeling. The day after Diwali for some. When the debris from crackers litters the streets next morning. And it's a cool crisp morning with the sun shining. School starts the next day. Oh the pain! The buildup to an event, the anticipation, the rush is often as thrilling if not more, than the event itself. And consequently, the fall after the event is over is hard. It's tough. The mind refuses to leave such a happy event behind. It dwells endlessly (at least at first) to the days leading to the event, the event itself. One relives the good day(s) thousands of times. And life after seems drab in comparison. Then next time, we attempt to recreate the magic of last time. However, our expectations have increased. We want more. The same won't be enough anymore. And it never is the same. We work hard to set ourselves up for disappointment. The best of plans fall flat and we are left clutching at straws in despair.

Years later, even the failed attempts are lovingly remembered. And wished back. Thus, for sentimental (foolish?) souls like me, the good times have already gone. Yet a contradictory optimism always motivates me. Next time will be better.

Forget Diwali... Christmas is going to be awesome! Way better than last time... 
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