(Tr: Here comes the festival of Lohri, May the darkness go away)
I personally love this festival not only because I am a Punjabi but it brings everyone together to sit around Holy bonfire and bless each other.
Being children, as the festival approaches near, our excitement started to increase and we were all set to gather the wooden sticks and logs. On the day, we impatiently waited till the evening and once the Sun sets, we used to call everyone in the family to start the celebration.
FOOD IS WHAT WE EARN FOR
After all! Insan kamata kisliye hai (What we earn for) is….FOOD
City version– We pray for our jobs and business and wish for prosperity for the year to come.
I could recall the festival day when Once my Father told us about the tradition of gathering Lohri from elder ones- We were so thrilled and gathered other children to form the groups.
Next was- We went from door to door singing and demanding the Lohri. They giggled at us and offered us sweets and Shagun(money as a blessing).
I still remember that and smile at our childish act.
LOVE FOR LOHRI RITUALS
We loved to take parikramas (rounds of the pious fire) and offer peanuts and sweets to the sacred fire. It was so cozy to sit in front of it for hours. Non-stop munching was the best part.
Icing on the cake was- DHOL- dancing on the beats of Dhol was a secret to beat the chill.
The very next day after Lohri i.e. Makar Sakranti, Mother used to wake us up early in the morning to take bath and gather again for a small ritual of lighting a small fire and offering it with Til (Sesame seeds) and Mooli (Radish) with this chanting 3 times:
“Til Mooli sade
Saade paap jhade”
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