Between remembrance and celebration

The other day I found myself at Chittaranjan Park in Delhi, and the festive buzz was impossible to miss.

- Vernika Awal

Pandals were slowly taking shape, readying themselves for the arrival of the Devi in just about two weeks. Handloom saree exhibitions were drawing women eager to put together their festive wear. At the Kaalibari, the murtis were nearly finished, their faces waiting to come alive, while outside the temple, jhalmuri carts had already taken their places, promising the flavours that make this season so special. The city felt as if it was holding its breath, waiting for something beautiful to unfold.

And yet, in the middle of all this joy and anticipation, there is also a quieter rhythm at play. These are the days of shradh, when families remember those who are no longer with them and seek their blessings. It is a pause before celebration, a time when the air feels layered with both longing and gratitude. In the same streets where colour and laughter are gathering, there is remembrance too, a reminder that festivals are not only about what is to come, but also about who has been and who we continue to carry in our hearts.