I love the five days of Durga puja, my favourite five days of the year. This year was no different.
Ma Durga at Sushant Lok 1, Gurgaon.
Ma in "daaker shaaj" at Paras
Dhaaki. Dhaaker awaj, dhup dhunor gondhho, Ma Durga.
My husband and I, on the last day of pujo.
To me, pujo is a part of my identity -- a reminder of who I am and where my roots lie no matter how far away from home I may be. The five days of Durga pujo keeps me humbled, grounded, and at one with everything. The noise, people dressed in new clothes (no matter what one looks like, during pujo, I think everyone looks so nice. Much of it has to do with traditional clothes, too, I guess. Indians always look nice in Indian clothes) and the fact that the super rich and the really poor stand together, sharing the same physical space, with heads bowed in prayer. Before Ma, we are all the same: her children, who she put on earth and will remove from here on will, whose lives she can bless or break at whim.
May the year ahead be happy and prosperous for everyone. May everything you prayed for this pujo be granted to you. Shubho Bijoya.