On Diwali

I love the festival of Diwali. I love this Festival of Lights. Always have. I love the lights; I love the food (ofcourse); I love Indian mithai. I love the early morning rituals; I love the camaraderie; I love the festival; I love the fireworks.

I HATE the noise of crackers and bombs, especially when it is early morning and very late at night post 2am. I dislike when ‘stars’ are put outside homes and not kandeels and lanterns. I dislike when stupid old ladies think that is not right for someone of another religious bent to have diyas lit around the home. (The same who will have a small Christmas tree for the boisterous grandson).

Everything is so bright in Mumbai. Every house is lit like a million stars. Every building has a plethora of lights in the windows, some with artistic shapes.

One Diwali spent in Goa there was no lights, no sound, no noise, no festive-decked streets, no buntings, no hope. It just didn’t seem like the explosion of Diwali had hit the place. It seemed dull. Bad.
I want noise and pomp and glamour for Diwali. And some diabetic-coma inducing mithai. Yummy!

Ok, so I have to up my dose of metformin and glimepiride.

What’s your take on Diwali?

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