B and I went for a walk tonight, because it is Diwali, the festival of lights. This isn’t really celebrated by his family, because they are not Hindu. However, many of the neighbors are. We started walking at dusk, so we saw the slow accumulation of lights appear as people finished their puja (prayer) and began to party it up.
Diwali is a treat for the senses. The boom and smell of fireworks, the sights of pretty flickering clay bowls of oil with lit wicks, the taste of sweets.
We had perfect strangers invite us into their homes to show us their religious decorations, and to eat sweets. It was pretty funny, as B does not like meeting new people and he tried to get out of it. But in we went, and it was cool and interesting.
Street scene. She is posing a bit like my niece, Lily.
Many houses of Hindu families were decorated with strings of electric lights.
Some decorations were more subtle. Or, as they say in India, “simple and sober.”
Ladies were dressed so beautifully for Diwali.
Some hooligans setting off fireworks. I like how the one on the left is already covering his ears.
This is a photo taken in the home of a random stranger. A guy jogged up to us and insisted we come in his house and take a photo of their decorations. This is his mother.
Another photo of decorations inside a stranger’s home. The gentlemen who invited us in would absolutely not take no for an answer. We took photos, and they gave us sweets.
Some lights on the wall outside a home.
Baby, you’re a firework.
This entry was published on November 13, 2012 at 10:08 pm and is filed under India
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