Today marks the celebration of Diwali, also known as Deepavali or the "festival of lights". Diwali is one of the most awaited and celebrated festivals in India "where people from all age groups participate. They give expression to their happiness by lighting earthen 'diyas' (lamps), decorating the houses, bursting firecrackers and inviting near and dear ones to their households for partaking in a sumptuous feast.
Like many NC families, it has become a yearly tradition for us as well. We usually go on a weekday, but due to conflicts in our schedules, we went last Saturday, which happens to be the first Saturday that the fair is open.
So what do you say to someone who has just suffered a miscarriage or infant loss? When you know someone who just lost a child, there's always this burning need to say something in order to comfort them. But a lot of times, even if you mean well, the words just don't come out right.
Today was one of those Saturdays when you just wanted to curl up on the couch, watch TV, order Chinese food and eat it from the box. So I shared these thoughts with my husband, hoping he would get Chinese food takeout. He didn't. He did even better.
It breaks my heart to write this post especially because it is in such stark contrast to an article that I just posted about spending the weekend in the beach. I feel like I just came from a sunny, bright and cheerful place and was thrown into a dark, gloomy and desolate dungeon.