Diwali in pictures
This year I decided to head home for Diwali. The feeling was different since VT and I decided to be with our respective parents. It meant we would not be together but on the positive side, both sides of the parents weren’t alone.
It took me 8 years to come home for Diwali and I captured it the best I could in my heart and in my camera.
Let me take you on a trip to my side of the world.
It started with a Rangoli I spotted at the Varanasi airport. Big, bright and colorful. The artists were giving it final touches and looked very neat.
The night I reached home, it was the pre-Diwali eve and Mum lighted a diya for Tulsi ji (the holy basil).
Be who you want, do want you want. Let there be light. Smile and make others smile. Let there be light. Be kind and stay kind. Let there be light. Respect and love everyone. Let there be light. Stand for yourself and for what’s right. Let there be light. Live to make a difference. Let there be light. #HappyDiwali #FestiveTimes
While the pooja preparations were being done, there was a whiff of nostalgia. Things I had seen all my life – like the idols and Mum’s sindoor.
Have you heard of aipon? Soaked rice and turmeric is ground together to make an instant paste for rangoli. As it dries up, the art work stays and lights up homes. Mum made it again this year and what caught my attention was these feet. It’s believed that through the aipon, you can lead Goddess Lakshmi in to your house.
The pooja is an elaborate one with a lot of singing of the aartis. No prizes for guessing, Mum led the way and photography kept me distracted.
Aalta, a tradition for married women.
Guess what was cherry on the cake? Lai made an effort like last year to share with us the Rangoli from Canary Wharf, London. Thank you, Lai for your kindness.
Wishing you all happy times ahead. May your and your loved ones life be full of happiness and food.
Writing for Day 6 of Write Tribe Problogger Challenge.