Monday, November 4, 2013

November light



Diwali. The festival of lights, the time I wait for, for most part of the year. A golden warmth spreads to the root of every heart. The earthy scent of the oil-drunk clay diyas. Orange-yellow marigold patterns adorning doorsteps. The crisp November air thick with an amalgamation of smells, mostly that of fried sweets and noisy firecrackers. Happy people, reunited in a bubble of joy, tucking away their differences for a day or two. A perfect world.

Happy Diwali dear friends.

4 comments:

  1. Happy Diwali, dear Suman. I am sure the city of Birmingham is awash with Diwali joy too.

    So much nicer than Guy Fawkes Night, which is just a lot of noise in remembrance of burning people to death.

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    1. Thank you, dear Friko. Regarding the noise, we've successfully translated Diwali from the 'festival of lights' to the 'festival of noises'. You should hear the booms and kabooms that rip through the evening air making the sky a blur of pungent smoke and ashes.

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  2. Dear Suman, I hope you had a great time! It must be a wonderful festival!! Your picture is very beautiful

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    1. Thank you my dear. Yes, we did have a good time. I've sent you some more pictures; hope you like them.

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