[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text]My earliest memories of celebrating Diwali have been dressing up in a salwar kameez or a lehenga (yes, I was all girly from the beginning), and accompanying my sister downstairs who was a terrorist when it came to bursting crackers for about 2 weeks or more. My Dad who was mostly travelling then, would take chutti and come home, which was exciting. Watching him burst ‘bijli bombs’ in his hands made him as cool as those dads in the Dhara Oil ad making me “mera Papa best”.
Diwali lost its charm ever since my sister moved away, about 13 years ago. I am not saying it was horribly bad, just never quite the same. But this year, I had a lot of fun in the week that just went by. And thanks to New Delhi and the people who live here, we made the most of it.
I found that going to markets, any markets (not the malls) was an instant mood booster, thanks to the lights which frankly made my eyes sparkle. China lights, thai lamps, tea candles, tapered candles, ghee diyas, you name it, they have done it. In fact, the houses in my colony seem to be having a bit of a competition when it comes to lighting up their beloved, oh-so-expensive houses. So I paired up, got some professional help and made my balcony get enough light as a display window of a shop. (You haven’t seen it, find me on Instagram @manavisiddhanti)
Buying appliances, coffee cups, furniture was a kick I never thought could get me (I am sure I’m going to be really broke next month). And buying your parents’ little-somethings-you-call-gifts made me feel a bit better.
My sister is currently doing up her house with my niece and her husband in another city. My Mum and Dad are busy cleaning (till now), I mean SERIOUSLY? But that’s the part I think I enjoyed the most: to spend some quality time with friends, family and loved ones.
And loved ones also include you, for reading this blog.
Here’s to a very encouraging response to Be For Beauty.
Wishing you a very Happy Diwali.[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row]