Another year, another Diwali. For everyone, Deepavali is a festival where they burst crackers, eat gujiya and chakli, go to parties, and basically chillax. Each household does a lot of preparation for Diwali. There is the yearly massive cleaning, where all the furniture is moved around so that each nook and cranny is cleaned spotless. There is the chakli-chivda preparation phase, where the moms busy themselves in the kitchen. Then there is the immeasurable amount of sweets that flow in and out of the house (yum!).
And of course, the friends! We meet and greet, entertain and laugh with our friends. We burst a lot of crackers with them too. When we were kids, that’s how we found out who was the biggest scaredy-cat 😀
Diwali for me, is slightly different. While we do all of the above, we do not celebrate it the same way, but we celebrate it in a way that is significant to us. Our very own personal way.
Diwali is the one festival, where we make time for each other. I am the youngest at home, so everybody is working except me and we hardly have time to talk to each other. Every Diwali, my mother manages to drag me home from hostel, (I mostly come without much persuasion :D) and each year we have a memorable Diwali. The Lakshmi Poojan day is when we have the most fun, because that’s the time that all the servants disappear and we have the entire house to ourselves, that means extra chores for everybody, but the fun that happens during that time kind of makes up for it.
During the day, both my parents attend the pooja at their hospitals, while me and my sister go crazy, in general. The afternoon is when we get down to the tasks. Rangoli is one thing which bonds me and my sister together. We have great fun when making it, we laugh like crazy and each year, try to come up with designs better than last year.
This is what we made this year. 🙂
Then there is the actual pooja. We do a simple pooja at our place, no fancy stuff and after that, we light up the entire house. No corner is left unlit. Diyas, candles, scented candles(we try to attract Goddess Lakshmi in whatever way possible :P). Then we visit our relatives. It’s been a few years since we went no-crackers. So the rest of the evening is spent talking, laughing and cursing the cracker crazy population of the town.
Diwali at home, is not very spectacular, we don’t do extraordinary stuff, but we are all just there. In that moment, together, all of us. That’s not just a time frame that we share with each other. It’s part of our lives, part of our souls. In that one evening, we don’t feel like we are a family about to be torn apart by careers and geographic distances. In that one evening, we are one. And in that one evening we make a silent promise to each other, to be around no matter what. To keep in touch whatever the lifestyle. To be a family, till death do us apart.