I love most festivals here in India but when I was younger some of them did terrify me to death. During Holi, my mum tells me I saw my own reflection in the mirror and cried. During Diwali, the noise would make me run into my room and hide then I would run out because darkness scared me too. Well I wasn’t a brave kid. But now I have come a long way. (I still stay away from noisy crackers, don’t see the point of them but love some of the simpler ones). Back home in Calcutta, my mother lights up our house. She believes in the traditional way of lighting the oil dias, none of that t-light candle nonsense. We have a very simple and beautiful Diwali at home My dad sings some of the prayer songs to which my sister Anisha and I pretend to mumble along. Even after all these years we still have not managed to learn it. All said and done it is my most favourite of festivals.
And although I’m here in Mumbai by myself, please do not assume it’s any shabbier. I light up my house too. Hansa, the lady who comes to help out at home does the cleaning with a vengeance around Diwali. I stay clear of card games because I’d like to not go bankrupt during the holidays (Anisha reliably informs me under Indian law I cannot technically go bankrupt and I have ignored her helpful comments). My friends and I get dressed up for the Diwali party we organise, with lights, drinks and great food, that carries on till wee hours of the morning.
I love indianwear and at the risk of sounding too smug, I think I look pretty good in it. My outfits are always quite bright as I love colour. This is what I wore to one of my Diwali outings. Do you like it? Would love to see what everyone wore. Tag us on @fashionandfrappes on Instagram with a #ffdiwali2015. We would love to repost our favourites!
The silver bangles in this post were provided to us by the brand Vivat for the purpose of a honest review.