Yeah, I know what you are going to say: everywhere I go it seems there is either a city festival or a national holiday. So, here we are: India has just celebrated, for five days, the Diwali – Meaning the Lights Festival – A bank holiday here.
It’s been funny to read the newspapers advertisements those last few days, how brands instrumentalize it (like Christmas or Halloween are in the Western world), and how couples and households are represented. This one above is awesome don’t you think ?
Diwali involves the lighting of small clay lamps filled with oil to signify the triumph of good over evil. These lamps are kept on during the night and one’s house is cleaned, both done in order to make the goddess Lakshmi feel welcome. Firecrackers are burst because it is believed that it drives away evil spirits.
There are fireworks everywhere and houses hold as many fairy lights as possible.
Yesterday evening was the grand finale, firecrackers were used all night long, for the joy of everyone here.
I had ordered a soup in my room and when the room-service guy came into my room, he seemed so disappointed that I had closed the curtains that I felt ashamed. He went to the window, reopened the curtains, and glued his forehead to the glass, fascinated with the view, looking like a little boy.