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The Hindu festival of lights, Karthikai Deepam...

So those who read my blog probably know my penchant for anything related to candles or lamps. I think its got something to do with the flickering shadows that mask the rigid lines of reality and shrouds everything in a mystic romantic glow. And since Karthikai Deepam, a very pretty Hindu festival of lights, was just round the corner I was intent on celebrating it. During this festival houses and streets are lit up with rows of oil lamps in the evening. 
Visited the market nearby and bought many of these tiny clay lamps. 
Saw this flower lady  surrounded by her colourful flowers...
Soaked the little lamps in water for a while (cause apparently if you don't soak them in water, they tend to soak in the oil later) and then spread them out on paper. When twilight loomed near, I got to work lining up these lamps outside the house and placing oil and wicks in them.


Here they are all lit up and emitting a cozy glow, aren't they pretty... made me thankful for my very own collection of tiny stars that twinkled and played with the descending darkness.
Saw this at a neighbour's place... 

Comments

Zak said…
I thought you wrote about me , when you asked me to read the post . The old lady with flowers around her is simply brilliant . Send it to some some photography contest .caption it " colors of India"
mahesh said…
Beautiful, elegant and poignant. I am running out of adjectives :)

may these lights bless you and your family with joy and let sunshine and cheer come in soon :)

all the best,
mahesh
BackStage said…
The ones you put in FB were shots from your place? I thought it was some church or something... neat!
Karen Xavier said…
Zak, that's so cliche... everybody knows we are a colourful race. A little too colourful for my taste...

Mahesh, thanks and wishing you the same...

Gibsy, yeah these are pictures of home... next time you come to the city, do drop in.

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