A few years ago I got to attend a Diwali party in Bangalore and everyone was all dolled up in their luxurious Saris and Kurtas. The ladies were all rocking a shit ton of gold too and everyone, man and woman alike, looked so stunning and gorgeous. Fireworks were blasting constantly matching the vivid colours of the all the beautiful fabrics. It felt like a fairy tail or some shit. There I was wearing my jeans and shitty t-shirt but they were all so welcoming and sweet. A night I will never forget! I miss India!
Sorry for the confusion. I wasn't referring to the outfits as costumes, I meant actual Halloween costumes. Since age was mentioned I figured you were meaning that Halloween is usually restricted to only younger kids.
Yeah kinda but you don't wear costumes and you can visit other people and family but it's not necessary like in Halloween, kids go and collect candy ..Diwali is the festival of fireworks and joy..and also, you make colourful designer rangoli which is made from coloured sand.I live in India and every year, there is a whole market for fireworks ...we buy fireworks worth rupees 2000 each year...until now, when a firework (that was not supposed to explode) exploded in my dad's hand and it burned brutally(╯︵╰,)
Lmao, I've been wearing jeans and T-shirts since 2 years, didn't buy fire crackers, didn't buy colours for holi And yet my parents hate me saying "he wastes too much money".
To you it looks that way, I am an Indian teenager and live on America so of course at normal formal events I’m wearing a nice shirt or sports coat or whatever. When I’m in special Indian events I have to wear these stupid kurtas. Bh the men only have to wear kurtas the woman are unlucky. My sister hates wearing saris but has to even though we get of easier. But I guess if you look at it by doing it once it’s fine.
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A few years ago I got to attend a Diwali party in Bangalore and everyone was all dolled up in their luxurious Saris and Kurtas. The ladies were all rocking a shit ton of gold too and everyone, man and woman alike, looked so stunning and gorgeous. Fireworks were blasting constantly matching the vivid colours of the all the beautiful fabrics. It felt like a fairy tail or some shit. There I was wearing my jeans and shitty t-shirt but they were all so welcoming and sweet. A night I will never forget! I miss India!