Diwali is a time to be happy with friends and family. I am delighted to say that I had a fantastic Diwali. We spent the week-end in the refreshing company of friends who have come to mean family, and children whose innocence and love is like having a pick-me-up tonic (when the day starts at least!).
I am glad to inform my readers that I did not make any sweets or for that matter any savoury. In fact, we had a lovely lunch with rasam and koottu (And no – no payasam either). It is not that I do not like sweets or “karam” – I like them. I just cannot see the rationale behind sweating for days on end standing in front of the stove, with aching legs to boot.
So far, everybody without an exception has wished me a Happy Diwali, and asked me what I made. The pressure to “make” something for Diwali is beginning to show on my tired brow. I did what my family likes best on Diwali – I had our friends over, and we had a fantastic dinner. We had my daughter’s friends over and enjoyed the company of the kids, dancing and playing with them. It just did not involve sweets.
But I learnt an important lesson this Diwali – “I did not make any sweets at home” is not a satisfactory answer. After every call, I hung up with the implied disappointment voiced over my lack of “motherliness/domesticity” for not producing a sweet factory. It is the right thing to do, even if one particularly does not enjoy it. It is the right thing to do even if it means undoing your loved ones efforts at the gym over the past few weeks.
I am glad to say this though: I made us all some memories that would bring a smile any day.
Here is wishing you all a very Happy Diwali!