Makar Sankranti and Lohri...

Its makar Sankranti tomorrow.

Lohri was yesterday...

My son comes and says “What is this god bod thing mummy”?
He says “Mummy, what is the reason to celebrate these things?
Why do we do that?

I explained that after this day, days get longer and winter starts to disappear gradually. And people eat laddoos made of sesame and jaggery. These are given to all friends and relatives- wherein it symbolizes that happiness and joyous state grows when shared.

With the flood of malls and fast food outlets, eating special delicacies on special days is washed away leaving no trace of its importance for the kids. Buying new clothes happens every month when there is a sale on Amazon/Flipkart instead of doing it for festivals. Eating out happens every alternate week at a fast food hub...

Things have changed... everything has changed and is changing... the waves are strong and washing away the importance of special days...

And then I come back home in the afternoon lost in my thoughts about how this change is affecting everything.....
I open the refrigerator and there is this “bhogichi bhaji” and a steel container of “ tilgul laddoos” on the kitchen platform.

Let the world change the way it wants to, but my mother in law will ensure that she makes special things on special days and makes us all realize the importance of these days in a very subtle and loving manner. (she will always surprise us with such lovely things.....).

Everyone all over India celebrates this day with a feeling of devotion and gratitude.

Lohri is also about the bonfire- the destroying and burning of all the attitudes and qualities that no longer serve me and the birthing and nurturing of the new “me”.

Happy Sankrant...
Be soaked in devotion...
Be soaked in gratitude...
Be soaked in sweetness...
Wring out the old....
Soak in the new...
Shine your light as the sun starts shining its own even more strongly...
Be you
Be yourself....❤️❤️

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