Friday - - EDITOR’S LETTER -

I feel cel­e­bra­tions and fes­ti­vals those days were more than the frenzy of ac­tiv­i­ties. It was in the spe­cial-ness of the mo­ment

Grow­ing up, what I used to love about fes­ti­vals was the fact that their fra­grance would be in the air much be­fore they ar­rived at our doorstep. Whether it was the sweet-ish aroma from clar­i­fied but­ter be­ing slow-cooked for all the de­li­cious sweets and savouries mum would pre­pare weeks be­fore the fes­ti­val, or the pet­ri­chor-ish smell of pol­ish that would take over the house when dad would give all the brass lamps in the house a good scrub – the whiffs and wafts of cel­e­bra­tion height­ened its an­tic­i­pa­tion and the ex­cite­ment of it.

But in hind­sight, I feel fes­ti­vals and cel­e­bra­tions those days were more than the frenzy of ac­tiv­i­ties. It was in the spe­cial-ness of the mo­ment. Me try­ing to ‘ne­go­ti­ate’ with mum that I needed – not just wanted – a dress that came from a shop and not one that was made from one of her old saris; or my brother de­vis­ing ways to get to can­is­ters full of fresh home­made sweets and savouries that were stashed away from our grubby reach. These pre­cious mem­o­ries, I guess, will never fade away. (The fact that af­ter all this time both of us still gig­gle over our es­capades has a lot to do with it.)

As I sit down to write this note, keep­ing in mind that Diwali is around the cor­ner and nos­tal­gia alone does not maketh a cel­e­bra­tion, I won­der what re­ally does make a cel­e­bra­tion.

Maybe it’s that time we start de­posit­ing happy mem­o­ries in our me­mory bank in­stead of with­draw­ing from it in the name of nos­tal­gia.

So here’s hop­ing all of you, me in­cluded, suc­ceed in creat­ing de­li­cious, happy and glo­ri­ous mem­o­ries.

Mri­nal Shekar, Ed­i­tor Reach me at mshekar@gulfnews.com

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