It’s that time of the year when we light the menorah of hope! Yes, Hanukkah is here! I was looking at the invite that was shared by Kevin. It took me down the memory lane when eighteen years back I had moved to this city and met him for the first time. Away from home, I missed my family. I felt a bit like an outsider in the city that never sleeps. New York, with its towering skyscrapers and bustling streets, was gearing up for the holiday season.
The holiday season had a magical way of bringing people together and I was preparing to celebrate Hanukkah with my newly made friends here. “You will love to meet my friends and be a part of the celebration at Kevin’s place!” Donna had said after handing me the printed invitation with a festive menorah design.
Kevin’s cozy apartment was adorned with blue and silver decorations, and the aroma of potato latkes had filled the air. The gathering in his apartment was lively and filled with laughter. I surprised him with a gift – a beautifully crafted menorah, a symbol of unity and friendship. Touched by the gesture, Kevin gave and said, “Bob, I will make sure that you don’t miss your family too much! Come, let’s introduce you to every one!”
As Kevin’s mom lit the candles on the menorah, she shared stories of Hanukkah and its message of hope and resilience. Everyone listened intently, their faces illuminated by the soft glow of the candles. The scent of latkes and the sound of laughter wafted through the halls and I started feeling a deep sense of belonging in this city.
The widespread dinner and the heartfelt conversations felt so good. A few shared about their years of experience and journey here. How so many of them had felt lost but eventually found their ways out. “This city is a pathway for everyone with dreams!” Kevin had assured. I felt confident with so much of warmth around!
As the last candle flickered, casting a warm glow over the faces of all my newfound friends, I realized that Hanukkah had not only brought light to my own life but had also illuminated the lives of everyone around me. The apartment of Kevin felt like a beacon of holiday spree, proving that the magic of Hanukkah could thrive even in the most unexpected places. My heart was filled with hope and slowly I started embracing my new life here.
