I am not a ritualistic person and I don’t do festivals, neither from the religious angle nor from the spiritual angle. I find solace in the simplicity of everyday life.
Yet, Diwali is different and has always been. It spreads cheerfulness and happiness in the atmosphere. The cleaning of the house, which has got old and toota-foota from Dhruv’s perspective since we have been living here for the last 2 years, has lended the renewal to my spirits. For Dhruv’s spirits, only a house change and a pan pizza can do the same.
This was the first Diwali where there were just the 2 of us and Dhruv has off late been feeling lonelier and has been pestering his Papa to return home to live and not just visit for holidays. Thus, I was the one to make this one interesting for him. We went for an unintentional long drive. We went market hopping buying flower decorations, diyas (earthen lamps) and sparklers in the name of fireworks. The little pirate already had a treasure in his captivity, an unopened pack of fireworks consisting of Anars from last year, discovered from one of his expeditions around the house drawers. He was clueless for sometime why I kept talking about lighting Anars because how can one light up or burst Anars. Anar (pomegranate) is his favourite fruit.
We did craft work, thanks to YouTube DIY videos. While he painted the diyas, I did some sticking of my old glass bangles stacking them one over the other to be placed around the scented candles.
Next, we made a few Paper lanterns using colourful papers and hung them from the curtain rod. All the time, while he was cutting his sheet of paper, he was concerned about his cutting not coming out as nice and neat as mine but at the end he still managed to do a decent work.
The second lantern from the left is Dhruv’s handiwork.
We called up grandparents and wished them ‘Happy Diwali’ for 2 consecutive days. After all, the 1st day was ‘Happy choti Diwali’ and the 2nd day was ‘Happy badi Diwali’.
We thanked God for giving us more than what we require to live a happy comfortable life.
Later, we went down to the assembly area of our apartment complex for bursting fireworks. I was a little sceptical about the Anar thing because all I have done in my life is Phuljhadi, the sparklers. I suggested to him that we can ask his friend’s father to light up the Anars for us to which my in-house motivator gave me an encouraging speech in 3 lines – “Don’t give up heart, Mummy. You can try. I know you will be able to do it.” It worked and I came back home with a proud feeling and his reiteration with a “See”.
We are a team. I just don’t say it for the sake of it.