Finally, Deepawali is over a weekend. Something intrinsically wrong about getting up and having to go to work on a day I associate with afternoon snooze and a lovely breakfast. Among other things, I’m recovering from the flu, and the constant cough and cold makes me feel like I am in Delhi. Mostly because the festival of lights and shredded tamil newspaper gave my lungs a tough time and I spent many of my Deepawalis trying to avoid a coughing fit.
I have a strange relationship with this festival. From being annoyed that the Northis appeared to have so much fun, to the point where the crackers put me off. But I love it nevertheless. Something soothing about all that light.
And in that spirit I give you a four year old me on Diwali. Possibly at the crack of dawn. Distracted by my mother while my father dutifully captured my radiant four year loveliness. I was a good kid no? Check the vibhuti, the pottu and the gold earrings out. It all went downhill after that. 🙂
Have a lovely and safe Diwali/ Deepawali.
Happy deepavali to you too… Actually the northies are more expressive in nature – and they need all that dhamaka scene to have fun. For us southies, just a smile from special people is enough to have fun, just that we aren’t expressive that’s all!
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heyy…very cute pic… 😀
happy diwali… 🙂
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I was a good kid too before turning into a “rowdy” 😀
As you said, “vayasu aachu” and Diwali doesn’t excite me anymore 🙂
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Happy Diwali Nehu !! 🙂
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samathu kodam with vibhoothi and all..
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Such a lovely photo. I hope you’re better now. Happy Diwali.
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Happy Diwali…
chked ur flickr link, some really inspiring pics !
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Happy Diwali! Hope you are feeling better.
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Khanabadosh Khanabadosh- i guess u shud tag it tooo to ur blog- 🙂
cheers to ur blog.
gud
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Not downhill in terms of loveliness at all
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