Diwali is the Hindu festival of lights celebrated every year in autumn. One of the most popular festivals of Hinduism, it spiritually signifies the victory of light over darkness, good over evil, knowledge over ignorance, and hope over despair. Prayers to Lakshmi are offered for prosperity. What an auspicious time to be in Jaisalmer
I celebrated it with friends, watching fireworks on a roof top, sharing food and listening to traditional songs. The song in the video, other than the Happy Diwali song sung by Ali, tells of the love of another far away, coming back to renew mutual love. Such a beautiful memory.
When you watch the videos remember, they are not organised displays like at home. They are individual fireworks, sometimes placed in plastic bottles, set off outside in the streets, from around 8pm all through the night.
Returning home in the safety of a tuk tuk as it was getting, quite frankly, a little risky with young lads thinking it funny to scare passers by. And if you ever wondered about the safety of sharing a ride on a bike here, their reflex skills must come from dodging bangers and firecrackers.
Journeys start from desires that inspire. India was calling for us to return and we had a third companion travelling with us.
Colette had visiting a desert village in May, north of Jaisalmer, she travelled with a new found friend to visit a village remote in location, yet connected in community. Rich in spirit, limited in resources, she bought food and gifts for the children. A desire was rising in her heart and one her friends in the UK engaged with and were inspired to be involved with.
No just those who wished us well. Everyone who helped lift, carry and place the 24 kilo suitcase, from London Heathrow, via Delhi, Jodphur, Ahmedabad and Jaisalmer. Particularly the man in Ahmedabad.
After not just helping us identify the right platform, he personally sweated his way up flights of stairs, dragging and carrying the case. An angel who came to the rescue. The big purple case finally made it into the hands of a porter for the third change in platform, and after paying the fee he said, ‘my son is in Houston and receives help, it is my pleasure to help you’.
So, what is in the case....all will be revealed the day it finds its final destination.
After a very long, prolonged unexpected early arrival in Jaisalmer we found out way to Fort View Restaurant. It was time to meet Ali.
A desert man, now running a restaurant in town, with one of the most beautiful views of the fort, we met with smiles, hugs and heartfelt love for friends.
We met Rebecca, Ali s wife, Salem his nephew, Kamal his brother. Another home from home. We truly had arrived in Jaisalmer.