New Jersey allowing fireworks lifted my family’s spirits
~ Namita Mishra
For me, born and raised in India, Diwali has always been the most special festival. The festival of joy, which brings families together to celebrate the victory of good over evil, has manifested within us in spirit and traditions for millennia. It reminds me of laughter, firecrackers, sweets, and lots of warmth all around.
Since moving to the United States, being so far away from family and friends, I never felt the essence of Diwali here. It was always a quiet Diwali at home. Though it was a lovely family time, we missed friends and extended family.
My most memorable Diwali came twenty years after moving to this country, when fireworks were allowed in New Jersey, and my kids were old enough to enjoy the spirit of Diwali. That year, my Indian neighborhood community gathered at my house to celebrate the festival of lights. The crossroads by my centrally located home lit up with the fireworks we set off that night.
Kids experienced the “patakas” (firecrackers) and learned about the story of Diwali. They learned to make Rangoli with colors and diyas to decorate their houses. This was a fun new experience for them, and it became their annual tradition. There were many happy families celebrating the festival together, having a great time with “mithai”, “gujiyas”, and yummy Indian food.
For the first time, it felt like Diwali, just as it did back in India. It was beautiful to share happiness with others, celebrate timeless moments, and make memories together. It was a Diwali that my family and I will cherish forever.
Passing Diwali’s beautiful traditions to my daughter
~ Shivani Patel
When I was growing up, Diwali was always a special time filled with family, laughter, and love. I remember the excitement of decorating the house, the aroma of delicious sweets, and the joy of celebrating together. It was a time that always felt magical — a season of light, warmth, and togetherness.
Now, as an adult, I feel so lucky to be able to share those same traditions with my daughter.
My favorite memories are of us sitting together making Rangoli, she adding her own creative touches, and crafting diyas covered in glitter — lots and lots of glitter! Watching her eyes light up as we do sparklers reminds me of my own childhood joy. I’m so thankful that I get to create these moments with her and pass these beautiful traditions down to her — and hopefully, to the generations to come. These are the memories I’ll always cherish.
Watching my two boys’ excitement on Diwali is magic
~ Adithi Menon
For me, Diwali was, and remains, the highlight of the year. My family tradition started with an intimate family party, followed by a massive celebration for our friends. My mom was the star, tirelessly preparing all the food and sweets for the almost 70 people we hosted every year. It was an event that beautifully merged the spirituality, religious customs, and celebratory aspects, ensuring everyone felt the joy of the Festival of Lights.
Now, I get to share this beautiful festival with my two sons, husband, parents, and wider family. Every year, the occasion is memorable because it’s spent with my family, enjoying fireworks, delicious food & sweets, and games. My boys also understand the deeper meaning of Diwali – the concept of light over darkness. Watching their excitement brings the magic of my childhood celebrations full circle!
