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  • I come from India, where there are hundreds of festivals to celebrate, family weddings to go to, and people to see. In India, people are always busy, even if they don't have a full-time job.

    In London, however, Christmas is the main event of the year. Easter and summer don't come close, and neither do Halloween or Thanksgiving, both typically American holidays. Living in the heart of London, you can't escape the festivities come November. The lights go up in Oxford Street, stores shine with the saccharine anticipation of sky-high sales figures, Santa Claus chuggers appear in every street corner pushing people to act in the spirit of the season, and crowds multiply by the dozen.

    I love this celebratory atmosphere, not just for Christmas but because it feels like all of a sudden life is worth celebrating. In the day-to-day rush of going to work and just surviving, most people forget about the joy that can come just from looking at some lights twinkling in the night sky.

    I passed by these lights every day during November and December. And every single day I smiled to myself, glad that I was alive to see them, happy that I was part of London's fabric.
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