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Last week was Janmashtami. The birth of Lord Krishna. Krishna, the adorable imp of legend; the heartthrob of Brindavan. Krishna who grew to be the shrewd advisor to the Pandavas. The one to whom the wisdom of the Gita is attributed.

This time of the year, in the Indian calendar, is that of plenty, of celebration, of revelry. The harvest has been brought in, the long winter months loom ahead. The normally hard up farming community now has a little money to spare from the sale of their bounty. And so the festive season begins.

In a primarily agricultural society, festivals and celebrations were a time of gathering. A time to rejoice and renew after an arduous year. A time of social interactions, of match making. A time when villages came together and communities

Times have changed since. But traditions still continue. And the ones that celebrate life and love and happiness, deserve to be fostered and passed on to the next generation.

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A labour of love…. Tiny footprints made of rice flour, leading into our home. Rice flour is used in rangolis traditionally. It is meant to provide sustenance to ants and other small insects.

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Children dressed as Krishna and Radha.

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The breaking of the dahi handi in Mumbai, India.

Janmashtami hails the apparent movement of the sun towards the Southern Hemisphere. And the advent of festivals that celebrate life and happiness.

R

9 Comments

  1. Such a wonderful insight! Love the tiny foot prints 🙂

  2. such a wonderful insight really loved the rice flour tiny feet 🙂

  3. Hi Radhika, This post does not load up right. Maybe you should post it again. Fae.

  4. I love the little feet. What fantastic photos.