Diwali 2018

Diwali 2018 didn't start the way I had anticipated. Not much of expectations. Not many preparations. But it ended on a satisfactory note.

So, it all started on October 1st when I had a fall at home, which turned out to be quite tedious. It's been more than a month now and I am still limping. It definitely demands a separate post (which will soon come up.) So, it didn't allow me to be in the best of spirits to enjoy the festival of lights. However, I managed to clean up and organize home a bit and delegated most part of the work to my two obedient listeners (B and M) at home who were kind enough to oblige.

Being married into a Tam-Brahm household, I wasn't so appreciative of the fact that kind-souls gifted me a blouse-piece to mark my every visit or any function-attendance. But, trust me it comes handy during these times when I can't go out shopping. I had an orange saree lying from one such instance. Me being a saree-blouse lover tried sprucing things a bit when I thought a blue blouse would go well with this bright orange silk saree. I dug the blouse-piece 'collections' to get the right shade and gave it for a stitch. Tada.....My Diwali shopping was done. 😜

Bought loads of flowers to decorate the puja mandap and the living area. Diwali without sweets isn't Diwali. Why do you think the Gulab Jamun mix was discovered? For occasions and days like this for sure. I have a store of diyas (lamps), which we reuse every year. So, I was all set. Sweets - check. Flowers - check. New Dress - check. Diyas - check.

Yet, there is something else missing. Could you guess? What is Diwali without crackers? I wanted B and M to decide on a budget and number of crackers to buy the previous day. When asked M replied - I want to turn environment-friendly. So, don't want any crackers this year. I was taken aback. M always loved her crackers and wouldn't budge without them. But this year was the opposite. I further coaxed her and she still stood ground. 

This year the newspapers are all about the air quality details. Wouldn't want to go into the figures here, but I guess that made an impact on my 13-year old. My heart swelled with pride. I couldn't have been happier and content with my girl who is on the right path to being a responsible citizen. In a way, I pat my back too just to re-assure that I am too on the right path to raise a child.

May this sense prevail on everyone. Let small steps make this world a better place to live in. This year the Diwali was dedicated to this thought and the festivities were brighter than ever.

Hope you all too had a safe and blessed Diwali!


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