Amidst the hectic but mundane routine of looking after an active 10 month old,I had thought sonee's first diwali would be a welcome change for both of us.We would do all the little girly things that she is yet to learn and i have already dumped post-motherhood-dressing up,decorating our space,so on and so forth.
Just before the d-day something happened-something I'm yet to pin-point,something which robbed me of all my newly found enthusiasm.Ididn't look forward to diwali then on,I lost all interest in decoration and dressing up and deep within another debate germinated-what do festivals actually mean?what perception of a festival should i create for my daughter?why do celebrate certain days?
why had i become so sceptical,i'm yet to find out.we did everything we usually do on a diwali,even went to a swanky party which we don't usually do.as i witnessed my husband showing my daughter distant lights, neighbourhood childern bursting crackers ,people at the party pseudo-wishing each other,i realised we all celebrate a different diwali every time .it means different things to different people every year.today morning as my househelp was cribbing that this time she got yellow sarees from all the homes she works for ,i realised that i'm yet to decide what colour was my diwali this year.
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