Happy RAKHI Leute! It is again that time of the year when I miss my god damn entire family, mom, di-jiju, all those chachas, chachis, cousin brothers and sisters, bua-phuphaji, and everyone else who would gather at some relative's place to tie rakhi and then relish the home made Indian cuisine. I miss it all. This is a drawback that I feel hits me hard each time I celebrate any festival in Germany. I have my own family now, my husband, our children, my in-laws, but I still - somehow - never could celebrate any festival like I used to do in India.
I guess, I know the reason. Back in India, I just had to dress up, help my mum a little with some household festival-specific chores, and go to my cousins' place. I did not had to plan anything as the parent itself. Now becoming a parent, that too with a German husband, I become the only one who has to put in efforts if I would like to have a celebration like it. Today, I did that and I am damn proud of myself. I woke up and wanted to leave early for office but realized it is Rakhi (also my mum and sister told me repetitively yesterday). I dressed up, got our kids dress up and prepared a Thali with Rakhis, haldi and chawal, kishmish (rosinen) and dried cranberries as sweets, two flowers, and some water droplets to put teeka. I felt amazing. All those memories and stupid games, chats, and running around came back. All over. Back to me.
This taught me a great lesson. You can miss a lot of things due to many different reasons. You can complain about it or you can make efforts to do something that helps you recall and relish those memories and make new ones for your future. I decided to do everything. First complain, then do my Karma and finally made memories! It was really wonderful Leute. Ich kann das nicht glauben, wie schön mein Tag war!
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