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Wednesday, October 26—The Day of Lord Luxeme—DIWALI!!!
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Today, we woke up to the news that we had a 3 and a half hour car ride from Agra to Jaipur. The promise after our ride was that we were to celebrate one of India’s most vibrant and festive holidays: Diwali, the Festival of Lights. During our drive, we noticed that the women’s dress had changed. The women on the sides of the road and whom we noticed as we drove through local villages, were more than colorful. Streets were filled with last minute vendors selling orange marigold garlands, which signifies giving, hence the meaning of orange. This holiday is a time to exchange gifts and worship the god of Luxeme, which is the god of wealth. ![]() |
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In our bedroom, we noticed two wrapped gifts. Diwali watos here! We ripped open our gifts and found two complete Rajistani outfits for us to change in before we drove into town center for our Diwali celebration. Our local India travel partners had organized this special treat for us! We put on our outfits and jazzed them up with silk scarf turbans, which we purchased earlier on, and we rolled up our sleeves to match our style.
Our next stop was to visit a local Indian family. They welcomed us into their home; mind you we were dressed up, with tea and diet coke. They loved our get-ups. The meeting was awkward, but a true experience. They showed us around their home, which was Indian-ed out. They had pictures of their families from generations, which was displayed an interesting upper class family tree. By the end of the meeting, we found our similarities and departed with hugs and a small ”modern family” photograph.





















