Trick endings

It's Diwali night and i'm sitting at home. I've put up the lights, lit the candles, worn a nice outfit and some make up. Have also wished all and sundry a very happy diwali. And tipped the watchmen and the maids and the presswalah. Right, so now what?
Is it just me or does everybody feel like this? Flat, empty and quite ridiculous. Perhaps I never learnt how to 'enjoy' a festival. Perhaps all festivals are more hype than actual meaning. I mean how much can you stuff yourself with sweets and alcohol? How long can you look at blinking lights? How much of the noise can you suffer before going deaf? 
As a child i always dreaded the 'endings' be they of stories or events or even visits of relatives. I associated endings with partings and sorrow and grief. And I hated the effect it had on me. The empty feeling the day after, the forlorn house and walls and memories of joyful times were torture for me. So i devised a clever ploy to fool grief and pre-empt the inevitable. I offered to 'receive' guests rather than see them off. I started to plan for the next event even before the current one ended. I bought two novels instead of one and never started on my last book/story/toffee unless the supply was replenished. And i learnt how to make a shondesh (bengali sweet) last for half a day! I really did and got spanked for it once because ants began to queue up in my hand! I think I discovered self hypnosis because I really convinced myself that good things never came to an end- they just came in instalments and no matter how severe the winter, spring was always around the corner. So what if the bell has struck the midnight hour? Christmas has just been heralded in!