I usually hate being alone on festivals. Not that I am the religious sorts, but I do believe in tradition and in the tradition of great feasting! This year, Ganesha Chathurthi, one of our biggest festivals fell on Wednesday, a holiday neither this side of the weekend nor on that side. None of the usual suspects were around to come by for lunch either. Just for the heck of it, I rustled up something, bought some stuff and lunched over some TV.
Photographed it promptly too on my lovely little phone.
The previous evening though, on my way from work, I took a hurried walk through Malleswaram, hurried because the mill of people were jostling me forward. I couldn't linger and attempt any composed pictures. I didn't want to either. There is only so much I can take of crowds.
There were fresh vegetables direct from the farms.
And colourful hair accessories.
And flowers in many shapes and hues.
And inexpensive clothes.
And more gorgeous flowers.
And party lights spilling on to the pavement.
And coconuts from the countryside (not as good as the coastal ones).
And the lovely smells and vibrancy and contagious energy that I couldn't take a picture of.