Festivals are occasions which are a rupture in our everyday modernity to remind ourselves of tradition and it’s various iterations and ramifications. The fervour with the thumping music, the women lining up for henna and the sweet stalls buzzing with customers packing for Deepawali/Diwali in the Brickfields area of Kuala Lumpur was stunning as normally for a person on the move such as me, the festival event is usually a clutch of photos on the digital. As cultural event, Deepawali has great significance for me, growing up in a liberal Hindu family. As I walked around temples in the Brickfields area, the posters in Malay announcing celebrations for Diwali with Tamizh was a sense of an anchor in a past moving world, where dopamine hit exhaustion is the normal. The cracker stalls was a trip down childhood with the loud crackers going off around me was a necessary note, that not all innocence is lost in the woke era.
Wishing all friends a blessed festival of lights. Binge on the mithai and the murukku.
Diwali Ki hardik subhkamnaye.
Deepawali Valthukkal Makkal.

























