#Celebrate Diwali Responsibly

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Radiate Light, Not Pollution: Eco-Friendly Diwali Celebrations

Festivals / By lovenheal

Introduction

Diwali, the festival of lights, is celebrated with enthusiasm and joy all over the world. While the exchange of gifts, colorful decorations, and the lighting of diyas (oil lamps) are all part of the festivity, it’s essential to remember the impact of our celebrations on the environment. This Diwali, let’s make a conscious choice to celebrate in an eco-friendly manner. In this blog, we’ll explore the significance of eco-friendly Diwali celebrations and share practical tips to help you enjoy a sustainable and environmentally responsible festival.

The Significance of Eco-Friendly Diwali Celebrations

Diwali symbolizes the triumph of light over darkness and good over evil. What better way to honor this symbolism than by embracing eco-friendly practices? Here are some compelling reasons to celebrate an eco-friendly Diwali:

Reducing Air Pollution: Firecrackers are a significant source of air pollution, emitting harmful chemicals and particulate matter. Opting for eco-friendly alternatives helps reduce air pollution and its adverse effects on health.

Minimizing Noise Pollution: Traditional firecrackers are often deafeningly loud, causing distress to animals and people with noise sensitivities. Eco-friendly options produce minimal noise, making the festival more peaceful and enjoyable for everyone.

Conserving Resources: The production and disposal of firecrackers consume valuable resources. Eco-friendly practices, on the other hand, conserve resources, such as water, energy, and raw materials.

Preserving Wildlife: The loud noise and air pollution from fireworks can disrupt and harm wildlife. Eco-friendly Diwali celebrations show respect for the planet’s inhabitants.

Setting an Example: Celebrating Diwali in an eco-friendly way sets a positive example for future generations. It fosters a sense of responsibility and awareness about environmental issues.

Tips for Eco-Friendly Diwali Celebrations

Eco-Friendly Firecrackers: If you enjoy fireworks, consider using eco-friendly firecrackers. These emit fewer pollutants and noise, making them a better choice for the environment and your community.

Opt for Diyas: Instead of using electric lights and extravagant decorations, go for traditional diyas and earthen lamps. They not only add a warm, welcoming glow but also support local artisans.

Eco-Friendly Rangoli: Create rangoli designs using natural materials like flower petals, rice, or colored sand. These eco-friendly alternatives are biodegradable and visually stunning.

Sustainable Gifts: Choose eco-friendly gifts such as potted plants, organic products, or handmade items. Avoid plastic-wrapped or non-recyclable gifts.

Conserve Energy: Limit the use of electric lights and decorations. Opt for LED lights, which consume less energy and last longer. Turn off lights during the day to save electricity.

Donate and Share: Consider donating to a cause or sharing your Diwali feast with those in need. It’s a beautiful way to spread the joy and happiness of the season.

Recycle and Reuse: When the festivities are over, recycle materials like paper, glass, and plastic. Store decorations and diyas for future celebrations to minimize waste.

Eco-Friendly Packaging: If you give gifts, use eco-friendly wrapping paper or reusable cloth bags. Avoid excessive packaging and plastic wrap.

Respect Noise Ordinances: Abide by local regulations regarding noise pollution. Choose eco-friendly firecrackers that produce minimal noise if fireworks are allowed.

Conclusion

Diwali is a time for family, friends, and love. Let’s extend that love to the planet we call home. By embracing eco-friendly Diwali celebrations, we not only honor the spirit of the festival but also take responsibility for our environment. It’s an opportunity to create beautiful memories, enjoy the glow of diyas, and share happiness while ensuring a brighter and more sustainable future for all. This Diwali, let your celebrations shine in an eco-friendly and environmentally conscious way.

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rupi kaur turned down an invite to the white house for a diwali celebration, and she explicitly named the government’s response to the conflict in palestine as the reason, and you know what? she has my utter respect for that.

[strwbi-laces]

I’ll leave the light on - the diwali fic

James sits on the pavement in his back garden with his son in his arms, listening to the crackle of fireworks and longing for it. They’d celebrated Diwali, the three of them, the best they could while in hiding. Him and Lily had strung up enough fairy lights and lit enough diyas to rival the sun. But only after installing blackout curtains to ensure the house stayed dark from the outside.

He won’t complain. If it kept his family safe then he’d do it. He’ll let Harry’s first Diwali go by in the dark. This precious boy in his little red onesie Lily had dubbed it his ‘Diwali onesie’. Effie had left it to them while Lily was still pregnant. She’d left a lot when she died; books, clothes and an entire culture James had to make sure Harry knew when he wasn’t sure knew it himself.

“James.” Lily’s calls break him out of his thoughts. “Why are you on the floor? Your kurta’s going to be filthy.” Words like ‘kurta’ always sound special when she says them, the Yorkshire accent not letting them come out quite right. He pats the spot next to him where she gingerly sits down.

“Harry and I are trying to see the fireworks. You can hear them, can’t you? Some uncle trying to entertain all the kids at the party.”

“I can. Did you see anything yet?” Lily asks, playing with the red thread on her wrist. Her right wrist.

“Wasn’t it left last year?” Lily watched as James tied the Moli, having just tied one on him.

“Yeah but,” His grin was wide enough to hurt. “The right hand is for married women.”

“No, not yet. Bloody house is in the way,” he laughs and tries not to let his disappointment show.

“Well, I know it’s not the same,” James looks at her, surprised. “But when you asked Sirius to bring the sweets over, I may have asked him to get these too.”

Lily pulls a packet of sparklers out of a pocket far too small to fit them into. “We could do them in the house. It’ll probably be fine.”

James has to remind himself of the baby in his lap to keep from launching into her. They light the sparklers in the kitchen, closing their hands over Harry’s, helping him hold it.

Harry’s first Diwali is not like the celebrations James grew up with. Huge explosions on an old cricket pitch are now three bodies in a circle on the kitchen floor. But the way his eyes light up when the first sparks appear; that’s familiar.

James will have to keep that memory safe. One day, when Harry’s a moody git of a teenager who doesn’t want to celebrate with his parents, James will lament about how cute he was as a baby. So sweet and pure.

“You’re going to hear about today so much, it’ll be one of those stories you groan at,” James whispers as he tucks Harry into his crib. “Like nooo Dad not the Diwali story again.”

All he gets in response is a sleeping face.

“Alright kanna, good night.”

He mutters a quick prayer and leaves the night light on.

[nidhi-writes]

Deepavali - Great power comes with great responsibility

Growing up in the southern Indian state of Tamilnadu, where Deepavali is celebrated cause of Narakasura’s Defeat by Krishna. Each year I heard the story of how and when it happened, why Krishna killed Narakasura, and how cruel he was.

As the adult age struck I started to work with people from many parts of India, surprisingly that's when I heard that the story of Deepavali/Diwali which they celebrate is very different from the one I did.

Some specified that it celebrated the cause of Lord Rama and Seetha’s return to Ayodhya

Some Specified that it was celebrated cause of Ravana’s Defeat by Lord Rama.

They were surprised when I said in Tamilnadu it is celebrated for the reason I mentioned above, some were quick to point out how wrong I was and how one should know one's true culture and blah blah blah.

It was hard to explain culture and practices vary throughout our country and that's the beauty of it, there is no right or wrong cause every path and every practice leads to the same destiny. Our paths may vary but the destination is one.

So I wanted to read more about this one-line story I heard about how Krishna defeated Narakasura and the origin of it. And man if I say it made me cry, weep.

To dive into this story we have to travel from Kaliyug to Krita(Sathya) Yug

When the earth was in the hands of destruction by the asura Hrinyaksha and to save the earth and defeat Hrinyaksha, the almighty Vishnu took in the form of Varaha, as both Hrinyaksha and Varaha fought, Varaha overpowered Hiranaksha and at the end defeating him and also restored the earth to its original position in the universe

Varaha defeated Hiranaksha with ease and his only exertion was a drop of sweat, which fell to the ground. From that drop, a young warrior rose, his name was Naraka.

Is that when Bhoodevi and her heartbeat as a mother, her eyes watered at the scene of her son rising from her Swami’s drop of sweat. How could she not love him as he is her son, with love Bhoodevi hugged her son and smiled at how strong and a warrior he was. Bhoodevi turned and asked her Prabhu Varaha that her son should be invincible. Varaaha pulled out one of his tusks and gave it to Naraka saying he could use it as a weapon whenever he was in great danger.

Naraka accepted the weapon provided by his father and felt immensely blessed and ready to go to seek his fortune, as his father provided him advice on how to use the power to do only good.

‘Uphold Dharma’ said Varaha and Bhoodevi blessed her son as happy tears fell from her lotus-like eyes.

Just like any mother, her heart is filled with love and confidence for her son. She does not doubt her son becoming powerful in all three worlds and being just like her Swami. Varaha looked at Bhoodevi and smiled at her nodding his head as if he knew what she was thinking, but his smile didn’t seem to be filled with confidence.

Varaha smiled, his son will be powerful but the question is will he uphold the dharma to do good things, will he use his powers to be righteous, cause great power comes with great responsibilities.

As the yugas rolled one by one from Krita(Sathya) to Treta, to Dwaparyug. Lord Vishnu again came down to earth in the form of Krishna, Yadava. He vanquished his Uncle Kamsa and continued to restore dharma on the earth.

Just like the yugas rolled down, Naraka also grew very powerful, as he conquered everything from heaven and earth, he was drunk with power. That's when he snatched the celestial earrings from Aditi, the mother of Devas.

Amid the chaos, Indra the lord of devas sought Krishna’s help to vanquish Naraka. Upon hearing this Satyabama, one of the wives of Krishna, who is none other than Bhoodevi herself, got devastated and her heart ached along with anger boiled on how her son turned out. Her confidence in her son now made her feel like crying a river but as a Bhoodevi she had a job first that is to accompany her swami and solve this problem.

Both Krishna and Sathyabama left Prag-joyitisha-pura on Garuda. But entering the Prag-joyitisha-pura was not easy as the capital has four layers to its defence, The chief defender of Naraka’s capital was Mura, who was so confident that no one could penetrate the defence he had set and was relaxing deep down at the ring of defence.

But can anything be against Parandhaman himself? Krishna took down each defence layer at ease thus causing violent ripples in the water. Mura woke up from his slumber, enraged rushed out to defend and attack Krishna. Mura fell fighting against Krishna who then earned the name Murrari, the enemy of Mura.

Upon hearing the chaos outside Naraka Narakasura himself came out and started to fight against Krishna. The fight went on day and night causing extreme chaos and it became very difficult to say who was winning. As Naraka still had the weapon provided to him by his father Varaha, he took out the deadly tusk and threw it on Krishna, who got stuck by the tusk into his chest and fell unconscious. Naraka let out a victory cry but an enraged Satyabama picked up the bow and started to fight Naraka with so much anger. Naraka was shocked and continued to fight Sathyabama not knowing her real identity just like he did with Krishna.

Sathyabama’s eyes turned red flashing anger and her love for her son was now completely overshadowed by the monster he had become. Amidst the fighting, Krishna woke up and saw Sathyabama fighting and smiled at her. Naraka is shocked to see how Krishna is now awake, no other being can able to be alive after being struck by the deadly weapon, if Krishna is alive then he must be none other than Lord Varaha himself, his father.

Naraka fell on his knees and his father's words rang into his ears ‘Uphold Dharma’. He realized that he had failed his father's words and surrendered to Krishna, who used Sudarshana chakra at Naraka.

As his life slowly leaves Naraka he subconsciously surrenders himself to Krishna and Sathyabama. Sathyabama who was Bhoodevi born again, rushed to him and held him. The cries of sorrow, hurt, love, anger everything heard in her. As she helplessly held her son whose life slowly leaving him, Krishna silently watched the reunion of mother and son. As the tears fell on his body he found light in his dying moment. The darkness has been lifted as the dawn broke.

That day is celebrated as the festival of lights, Deepavali or Diwali, which signifies that we have to emerge from darkness to light.

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[shriayodhyadhamprasadam]

Which deity is more popular in North India, Lord Ram or Lord Krishna?

Imagine walking through the lively streets of North India, where every corner holds a new tale, a fresh festivity, and a deity waiting to be honored. Now, let's dive into the enchanting world of Lord Ram and Lord Krishna, two beloved figures who weave their magic through the hearts of the people.

In Uttar Pradesh, where Ayodhya proudly proclaims itself as Ram's birthplace, there's a palpable sense of devotion that fills the air, especially during Ram Navami and the dazzling Diwali festival. It's as if the entire town bursts into life, painting the streets with vibrant colors and echoing chants, all celebrating Ram's virtues of righteousness and duty.

But take a stroll into the cozy lanes of Vrindavan and Mathura, and you'll find a different kind of enchantment. Here, it's all about Krishna – the charming trickster whose flute melodies and playful antics stole the hearts of all who encountered him. During Janmashtami, the celebration of his birth, these towns transform into whirlwinds of joy and festivity, as if Krishna's laughter still dances through the air.

What's truly captivating is how deeply people connect with these divine beings. For some, it's Ram's unwavering strength and moral compass that resonate in their souls, guiding them through life's challenges. For others, it's Krishna's playful wisdom, especially as the charioteer in the Bhagavad Gita, that offers comfort and guidance in times of uncertainty. It's like choosing a beloved character from a cherished story – each one speaks to us in a unique way, touching our hearts and shaping our beliefs.

Ultimately, it's not about who's more popular or who receives the most offerings. It's about forging a personal connection with the divine, finding solace and inspiration in their stories and teachings. Whether we're drawn to Ram's sense of duty or Krishna's playful charm, Hinduism offers a rich tapestry of beliefs that invites us to explore, connect, and find our own path to the divine, guided by the warmth of human emotion and connection."

Certainly! Both Lord Ram and Lord Krishna offer profound teachings that continue to inspire millions of people worldwide.

Learnings from Lord Ram:

Duty and Responsibility: Ram epitomizes the principle of duty and responsibility. His unwavering commitment to upholding dharma (righteousness) and fulfilling his responsibilities as a son, husband, and king teaches us the importance of fulfilling our duties with dedication and integrity.

Resilience in Adversity: Ram's life is marked by numerous challenges and trials, including exile from his kingdom and the abduction of his wife, Sita. Yet, he faces each adversity with courage, resilience, and grace, teaching us the value of perseverance and steadfastness in the face of hardship.

Compassion and Forgiveness: Despite the injustices he faces, Ram embodies compassion and forgiveness. His willingness to forgive even those who wronged him, such as Ravana, demonstrates the power of compassion and the importance of letting go of resentment.

Learnings from Lord Krishna:

Wisdom and Guidance: Krishna, often revered as the divine teacher, imparts profound wisdom and guidance to Arjuna in the Bhagavad Gita. His teachings on duty, righteousness, and the nature of existence provide invaluable insights into navigating life's complexities with wisdom and clarity.

Detachment and Surrender: Krishna emphasizes the importance of detachment from the fruits of our actions and surrendering to the divine will. By relinquishing attachment to outcomes and surrendering to the greater cosmic plan, we can find inner peace and liberation from suffering.

Devotion and Love: Krishna's divine love and devotion, particularly in his interactions with his devotees like Radha, exemplify the power of unconditional love and devotion in forging a deep connection with the divine. His teachings remind us of the transformative power of love in transcending worldly boundaries and experiencing spiritual union.

In essence, the teachings of Lord Ram and Lord Krishna offer timeless wisdom and guidance for navigating life's journey with integrity, resilience, compassion, and spiritual insight.

"Explore Ayodhya and Sanatan Dharma's essence with us! Visit our website http://www.shriayodhyadhamprasadam.com to dive into their timeless wisdom and offerings.

Let’s sustain and spread essence of our dharma together. Join the journey now!"

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2021 Diwali Celebration Outfit - BGC

During my New Year's survey I asked everyone what kind of content they'd like to see in the coming year. Most responses were general eras or styles, but one person specifically requested this outfit, which is part of American Girl's Cultural Celebrations collection. I was immediately interested but since the Hindu festival of light had already passed by then, the project just sat in the back of my mind for the next several months.

Done in the Love Bomb palette. Each color swatch has two patterns.

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There the arms will look funky where they meet the sleeves due to the mesh being converted from adult to child. I can't even tell you how many adjustments and weight transfers it took to get the sash to look somewhat decent.

Because my survey was anonymous I don't know who made this request, but if you're still around I hope you like it!

Feel free to tag me if you use it, I’d love to see! My TOU are here.

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[techwander]

Enchanting Himachal Pradesh

Nestled in the western Himalayas, Himachal Pradesh, often referred to as the "Land of the Gods," is a haven for nature enthusiasts, adventure seekers, and spiritual wanderers. This enchanting Indian state is renowned for its breathtaking landscapes, vibrant culture, and a wealth of experiences waiting to be explored. Join us on a virtual journey through the spellbinding beauty of Himachal Pradesh.

Natural Splendor

Himachal Pradesh is a symphony of nature's grandeur. The state boasts a diverse topography, ranging from snow-capped peaks to lush valleys and pristine rivers. The towering Himalayan ranges offer a playground for trekkers and mountaineers, with popular destinations like Manali, Shimla, and Dharamshala offering a glimpse of this natural beauty.

2. Adventure Awaits

For adrenaline junkies, Himachal Pradesh is a paradise. Whether you're into trekking, paragliding, river rafting, or skiing, this region has it all. Solang Valley, Bir-Billing, and Kullu-Manali are just a few spots that beckon adventure seekers. Don't miss the chance to explore the mighty Rohtang Pass or undertake the challenging Hampta Pass trek.

3. Spiritiual Retreat

Himachal Pradesh is steeped in spirituality, with countless temples and monasteries dotting its landscape. Dharamshala, the residence of the Dalai Lama, is a major center for Tibetan Buddhism. McLeod Ganj, a part of Dharamshala, offers spiritual solace and scenic beauty. The serene monasteries in Spiti Valley are also worth a visit for a glimpse into the Buddhist way of life.

4. Culture & Traditions

The state's rich culture is reflected in its art, music, dance, and festivals. The colorful celebrations of festivals like Dussehra, Diwali, and Shivratri bring communities together, showcasing their vibrant traditions. The traditional Himachali attire, intricate handicrafts, and vibrant folk music and dance add to the cultural tapestry of the region.

5. Culinary Delights

Himachal cuisine is a treat for the taste buds. Don't leave without trying local dishes like Dham, Chana Madra, Babru, and Mittha. The use of aromatic spices and locally sourced ingredients adds a unique flavor to the cuisine. Sip on some warm Kangri Dham Chai as you soak in the beautiful surroundings.

6. Sustainable Tourism

Himachal Pradesh is committed to sustainable tourism practices. Efforts are made to preserve the fragile Himalayan ecosystem and promote responsible tourism. Treks and tours often focus on eco-friendly initiatives, and visitors are encouraged to respect local customs and nature.

Himachal Pradesh is a land of contrasts, where spirituality meets adventure, and nature's beauty knows no bounds. It offers something for every traveler, whether you seek the thrill of the mountains, the tranquility of spiritual retreats, or the warmth of the local culture. With its breathtaking landscapes and a rich tapestry of experiences, a visit to Himachal Pradesh is nothing short of a magical journey through the heart of the Himalayas. So, pack your bags and embark on an unforgettable adventure in the Land of the Gods.

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culture of India

India, often referred to as the land of diversity, is a cultural kaleidoscope that has fascinated and enchanted people from across the globe for centuries. Its rich heritage, traditions, languages, art forms, and cuisines reflect a civilization that has evolved over millennia, leaving an indelible mark on the world. In this blog, we embark on a journey to unravel the multifaceted culture ,culture of India delving into its historical roots, religious practices, artistic expressions, and modern-day manifestations.

Historical Background:

The cultural history of India can be traced back to ancient times, with evidence of human habitation dating back to the Stone Age. The subcontinent has witnessed the rise and fall of numerous civilizations, including the Indus Valley Civilization, which flourished around 3300 BCE. Subsequent waves of migration and settlement by various ethnic groups, including Aryans, Dravidians, Greeks, Persians, and Mongols, contributed to the diversity of India's cultural landscape.

Religious Diversity:

India is the birthplace of major religions such as Hinduism, Buddhism, Jainism, and Sikhism, and has also been a melting pot of diverse faiths, including Islam, Christianity, Judaism, and Zoroastrianism. The religious tolerance and syncretism prevalent in India have resulted in a vibrant tapestry of rituals, festivals, and spiritual practices that coexist harmoniously. From the grand celebrations of Diwali and Eid to the solemnity of Buddhist retreats and Sikh gurdwaras, religion permeates every aspect of Indian life, shaping its customs, beliefs, and social structures.

Art and Architecture:

Indian art and architecture are renowned for their intricacy, symbolism, and spiritual significance. The ancient rock-cut temples of Ajanta and Ellora, the majestic forts and palaces of Rajasthan, and the exquisite carvings of temples in Khajuraho are testaments to India's rich architectural heritage. The country's artistic traditions encompass a wide array of mediums, including painting, sculpture, pottery, textiles, and performing arts such as dance, music, and theater. Classical dance forms like Bharatanatyam, Kathak, Odissi, and Kuchipudi, with their roots in mythology and spirituality, continue to captivate audiences worldwide with their grace and elegance.

Cuisien:

Indian cuisine is as diverse as its culture, with each region boasting its own unique flavors, ingredients, and cooking techniques. From the fiery curries of the south to the aromatic biryanis of the north, Indian food is a gastronomic delight that tantalizes the taste buds with its rich spices and bold flavors. Staples like rice, wheat, lentils, and vegetables form the foundation of Indian meals, which are often accompanied by chutneys, pickles, and dairy products like yogurt and paneer. Street food is also a ubiquitous part of Indian culinary

culture, offering a tantalizing array of snacks and sweets that cater to every palate.

Literature and Language:

India has a rich literary tradition dating back thousands of years, with ancient texts like the Vedas, Upanishads, and epics like the Ramayana and Mahabharata shaping the cultural consciousness of the nation. Sanskrit, the classical language of ancient India, has been the vehicle for some of the world's most profound philosophical and literary works. Over the centuries, regional languages like Tamil, Telugu, Kannada, Bengali, Marathi, Gujarati, and Punjabi have flourished, producing a wealth of literature in poetry, prose, and drama. The Indian diaspora has also made significant contributions to world literature, with writers like Salman Rushdie, Arundhati Roy, and Jhumpa Lahiri garnering international acclaim for their works.

Modern Cultural Expressions:

While India's cultural heritage is deeply rooted in tradition and history, it is also a dynamic and evolving entity that continues to adapt and innovate in response to changing times. The advent of globalization, urbanization, and technology has ushered in new forms of cultural expression, from Bollywood films and indie music to contemporary art and fashion. Social media platforms like Instagram and YouTube have provided a platform for young Indian artists, musicians, and influencers to showcase their talents and connect with audiences around the world. Despite the challenges of modernization, India remains proud of its cultural heritage, embracing both tradition and innovation in equal measure.

Conclusion: India's cultural tapestry is a testament to the resilience, creativity, and diversity of its people. Across the length and breadth of the subcontinent, from the snow-capped Himalayas to the sun-drenched beaches of Kerala, the spirit of India's cultural heritage continues to thrive, enriching the lives of millions and inspiring generations to come. As we celebrate the vibrant mosaic of traditions, languages, and customs that make up the fabric of Indian society, let us also recognize the importance of preserving and safeguarding this invaluable legacy for future generations to cherish and embrace.

[maybeimamuppet]

matildamas day 12: christmas eve

hello everyone!! happy christmas eve to all of you who celebrate and welcome to the last chapter of the 12 days of matildamas! it’s been an absolute delight seeing all of your reactions to these each day. thank you so much for all the kind words in your comments and every vote/kudos/like/reblog and all those wonderful things. they’re definitely the best gift i’ll get this christmas :))

tw for

discussion over the reality of santa

mentioned previous abuse

mentioned death

otherwise please enjoy the last day and merry christmas!!

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“Mummy?”

“Yes, lamb?” Jenny responds.

“Is Santa Claus real?” Matilda asks softly. Jenny pauses.

“What do you think?” she responds softly before she continues fiddling with the tinsel on the tree. Matilda ponders this.

“I don’t think so. I wasn’t always nice, but I don’t think I ever warranted a spot on the naughty list, and I still never got anything from him. And it doesn’t seem possible for a single person to be able to fly ‘round the whole world in just a night, even if he is magic. And accounting for time zones,” Matilda says. She frowns a bit and adds, “But I did have telekinesis.”

Jenny laughs and sits on the couch, beckoning her over. Matilda sits next to her and leans into her side. Jenny gently rubs up and down Matilda’s arm as she explains.

“You’re right, he’s not real in the way we usually think. There’s no magical man in a red suit who flies around with reindeer. That’s just an old tradition from a few different cultures that we keep going for fun, and to entertain children. But that doesn’t necessarily mean he’s not real.”

“What do you mean?” Matilda asks, looking up at her.

“Well, what does Santa Claus do?” Jenny asks.

“He… delivers gifts to well-behaved children,” Matilda explains. “And eats cookies.”

“Exactly. I don’t know about you, but I don’t think you have to be magical and wear a silly costume to be able to do those things. Santa is all about the spirit of Christmas, and there’s plenty of things you can do that make you the real, live Santa Claus. Giving gifts to friends, enjoying some special holiday treats, being kind to people you meet and spreading joy. Spending time with family. All that is what Santa is about. So whenever you do those things, you’re sort of like Santa Claus, in a way.”

“Oh,” Matilda says with a soft smile. “I like that.”

“I like it too,” Jenny says with a grin. “Now, what do you say we channel our inner Santa and eat some of these cookies we made, hm?”

Matilda nods eagerly and goes rushing off to the kitchen to fetch the container. Jenny chuckles and follows her.

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Mrs. Phelps joins them for a lovely Christmas Eve dinner. Mrs. Phelps doesn’t celebrate Christmas herself, and Matilda is delighted to learn all about the Diwali traditions she’s recovering from preparing with her family last month. She invites them to join next year, and Jenny has to admit she’s only slightly less excited than Matilda, who starts dancing in her chair and nearly falls.

“You’re more than welcome to join us for Christmas dinner again next year as well,” Jenny says, selfishly hoping she agrees.

“I’d be delighted,” Mrs. Phelps replies. Jenny smiles sheepishly down at her ham and mashed potatoes, and gives a warning glare in response to Matilda’s smirk across the table.

Once their bellies are all stuffed, Mrs. Phelps very kindly helps with the washing up and gives them their Christmas gifts. Matilda excitedly hands over hers (a very nice new lemonade pitcher) and Jenny’s (some of her favorite books as donations to the library bus) as well.

“Merry Christmas!” Matilda says as they wave Mrs. Phelps goodbye in the cold night. She replies in kind and waves until she’s out of sight.

“Alright, my little elf, bath time for you,” Jenny says, hugging Matilda tight before sending her up the stairs and closing the door to block out the chill.

“Will you help?” Matilda asks quietly from the top. Jenny smiles and follows her upstairs.

“Of course.”

She runs some warm water into the tub and plugs the drain, before adding in some gingerbread scented bubbles and folding Matilda’s towel and pajamas on the counter to wait for her so she won’t get chilly when she gets out. Matilda smiles as she sees the foam rising from the tub and carefully slips off her Christmas dress. “Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome, love. I’ll be downstairs, give a shout if you need anything,” Jenny responds, kissing Matilda’s forehead.

“I will,” Matilda says. Jenny smiles and leaves her to her bath in privacy.

—-

Matilda comes downstairs after about an hour, clean and dry in her jammies and smelling absolutely delightful. “All clean?”

Matilda nods happily and plops herself on the ground at Jenny’s feet. Jenny chuckles and reaches for the hairbrush and comb. She pretends to complain, but this is secretly one of her favorite parts of having a daughter. Getting to do this little thing to help the very mature six-year-old care for herself.

She tenderly brushes all the knots out of Matilda’s damp hair and twists it into a braid down her back. Matilda tips her head up once she hears the small rubber band snap into place. “Thank you.”

Jenny chuckles, leaning down to kiss her nose. Matilda scrunches it with a giggle. “You’re very welcome. I’m off for my shower, and then maybe we should get a nice fire going?”

“Oh, yes please,” Matilda says, moving so Jenny can stand.

“Sounds like a plan,” Jenny says. “Just wait ‘til I get back, please.”

“I will!” Matilda says in exasperation, grabbing a book from the shelf to keep herself occupied in the meantime.

“I mean it.”

“I know,” Matilda says. Jenny almost gives her a talking to for the eye roll she uses to accompany the words, but Matilda’s loving smile as she peeks at her over her book undoes anything Jenny was feeling.

“Cheeky. Back in a tick,” she says. Matilda nods and tucks in to her book. Jenny grabs a soft towel from the linen closet and heads into the bathroom herself.

Her hair doesn’t need washing today, so she tucks it delicately beneath a waterproof cap as she slips off her clothes. She turns the water on and waits for it to warm, smelling the lingering aroma of Matilda’s gingerbread bubbles. She hums to herself as she reads the bottle and sees it doubles as body wash. Sold.

She lets out a relieved sigh as she steps in and the hot water runs over her skin, melting all the stresses of the holiday season away with it. She rolls out her shoulders and her neck to get rid of some tension and just stands there for a minute.

Jenny knows she didn’t have to push herself this hard to make Christmas magical for Matilda. She wanted to. She may have gone a little bit overboard, but it is Matilda’s first Christmas. She thinks. She hasn’t actually asked what Christmas was like for Matilda before, but Matilda’s said some things that lead her to believe it was never a very jolly time.

She bought and made tons of presents, enough to spread well away from the tree and a few boxes tall. She wrapped them as neatly as she could manage in pretty paper and shiny bags, with ribbons and bows and glittery tissue paper adorning them.

They’ve made no fewer than six batches of cookies and eaten them all before the day was out, and made handmade decorations. They spent all day playing in the snow together earlier in the month, and had some delicious hot chocolate to warm up afterwards. They put up and decorated the tree together, and made a cracking Christmas Eve dinner, if Jenny does say so herself.

But most of all, they’ve spent the time together. They did everything together. Usually one of them or the other is busy with school or friends or other commitments, and although they make it a priority, they haven’t had this much time to spend just with one another in a very long time.

And it’s been wonderful.

Getting to spend so much time one-on-one with her has reminded Jenny just how bright Matilda truly is. She’s brilliant, and she’s funny, and rambunctious and mischievous and sweet and loving and everything Jenny could possibly want for her daughter to be.

And Matilda is hers.

Jenny scrubs herself clean with the gingerbread body wash and rinses quickly, before toweling herself dry and changing into her own pajamas as quickly as she can so she can rejoin her daughter downstairs.

Matilda looks up at her as she hears her creaking down the stairs, already a solid third of the way through her thick book. “Hi.”

“Hello,” Jenny responds. “How’s the book?”

“It’s different in English,” Matilda responds, sounding neither pleased nor upset about it. “I’m not sure yet.”

“Hm. Well, you’ll have to let me know if it’s a good or bad different once you finish it,” Jenny says. Matilda puts Tolstoy to the side and sits up, looking curiously at Jenny.

“Are we making a fire now?”

“I did say that, didn’t I?” Jenny chuckles. “Little pyromaniac.”

“You brought it up!” Matilda defends. Jenny laughs and beckons her over for a hug.

“I did. It’ll be nice once we get it going, but we have to brave the outdoors to get the wood,” she says. Matilda slumps a bit against her, and Jenny laughs again.

They both put their slippers on and look at each other. Jenny nods, and Matilda undoes the lock and pulls the door open. They run out onto the porch and around to the side of the house where the wood pile sits, squealing at the cold and the damp of the snow. They grab as many logs as they can carry before running back inside and slamming the door shut behind them, bursting into peals of laughter.

They didn’t get much, but they got enough wood to have a nice fire going for at least a few hours. They deposit their logs by the fireplace in the living room. Matilda watches curiously as Jenny stacks them inside, looking to see how she does it.

“Would you like to light the match?” Jenny asks knowingly. Matilda nods happily and scoots closer. Jenny is nearby to prevent a disaster, but she knows she probably would do worse at it than Matilda.

It takes a few tries, some fanning, and some encouraging words, but eventually they have a roaring fire and close the little grate so they can feel the warmth without getting the carpet covered in ash.

They sit back, on the ground and against the sofa, both looking proudly at their creation. Matilda leans against Jenny’s arm and hugs it gently.

It’s quiet for a long moment, the only sounds being the creaking of the house and the peaceful crackling of the fire.

Eventually, Matilda asks softly, “What was Christmas like when you were a kid? When your father was alive?”

“Oh, they were wonderful,” Jenny begins fondly. “We had huge dinners on both Christmas Eve and Christmas day. Big and hearty. And filling, my goodness. My father said they never came out as good as when my mother cooked them, but I always thought they were absolutely delicious.”

Matilda looks up at her. Jenny looks back, leaning her cheek against the top of Matilda’s head, and continues.

“He always put a photo of her up on the mantel, and he hung her stocking in between ours. We decorated the tree together every year. He’d always say he wasn’t tall enough to reach the tippy top, so he’d pick me up and let me put the angel on. He put up streamers and stickers on the windows and lights way up on the roof and tinsel everywhere. He had this ancient Bing Crosby Christmas record that we’d always listen to, and he’d sing along. I always thought his voice sounded like chocolate. Rich and smooth.

“We used to make food for the reindeer. It was just oats and colored sugar, but I thought it was absolutely magical. We’d leave it on the porch and some cookies for Santa on the bench. I always asked to wait for him so I could say hello, so my father would put on his coat and get me all bundled up, and I’d sit outside on his lap and watch for the sleigh in the sky until I fell asleep.”

“That sounds wonderful,” Matilda says softly. Jenny smiles.

“It was,” she replies in a whisper. “And I always, always got to open just one present on Christmas Eve.”

That gets Matilda’s attention. Jenny laughs.

“Would you like to?”

Matilda nods. Jenny sends her over to the packed tree.

“Pick one. Any one,” she says, crossing her arms over her chest and leaning back to watch. Matilda grabs a small, flattish box wrapped in red plaid paper with a gold bow and looks at her curiously. Jenny nods, so Matilda scoots back over to her and gently tears the paper off.

She carefully opens the box and pulls aside the tissue paper inside. She tips her head when she sees what’s inside. “A scarf?”

Jenny smiles, pulling out the white scarf and wrapping it gently around Matilda’s neck. “My mother made this for me when I was still a baby. To match hers. I was always looking at it, even as such a little one. My father said she spent weeks knitting it for me and I never went anywhere without it. I found it in the attic a few weeks ago.”

Matilda gently holds the end of the woven thing in her hand and looks up at her. “You’re giving it to me?”

“Of course,” Jenny says, wiping a tear from Matilda’s cheek. “I have the real thing now. And I know my mother would’ve loved to see it passed down to her grandchild. That’s your own special white scarf, now.”

“I love it,” Matilda says softly. “Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome,” Jenny responds, gently patting her cheek. Matilda suddenly stands and goes running off. “Where are you going?”

Matilda thunders up the stairs to her room and back down so quickly Jenny is worried she’ll fall. She returns with a small, neatly wrapped gift. The taping job is a little shoddy, but it’s otherwise very well done. “Here.”

“For me?” Jenny chuckles. Matilda nods.

“Oh, but… it’s all I could get for you,” she says sadly. “If you open it now you won’t have anything to open tomorrow morning.”

“Would you rather I wait?” Jenny asks, resting her hands gently on the gift.

“…No. Unless you want to.”

“I’ll have just as much fun watching you open your things. Let me see what you’ve gotten for me,” Jenny says. She gently undoes the paper and gasps softly as she pulls out… a book. The book.

“Mrs. Phelps helped me,” Matilda says shyly. “But I wrote it myself.”

“This is what you were working on so hard?” Jenny asks with tears brimming in her eyes. “All those drawings?”

Matilda nods. “Yes. Do… do you like it?”

“Oh, darling, I love it,” Jenny says, letting out the softest of sobs as she pulls Matilda right to her. Matilda clings to her neck and rests her head on her shoulder. “I can’t believe you wrote a whole book just for me. I’m so proud of you, your first book.”

“Thank you,” Matilda says, sounding the slightest bit choked with how tight Jenny is hugging her.

“Can I read it?” Jenny asks as she lets her go. Matilda nods.

Jenny rests it carefully on the ground and opens the front cover, lying on her stomach in front of her to read it. Matilda lies next to her and watches both the pages turn and Jenny’s reaction to them.

The Butterfly and the Bird, by Matilda Kate Honey

Once upon a time, there was a beautiful hummingbird. She had green plumage and a blue tail. Her grey wings carried her gracefully between all the flowers in the meadow she called home.

She was also a very special hummingbird. It was her job to teach all the baby hummingbirds how to collect nectar from the flowers, too. She had done this for many years, and was very good at it.

One day, a little blue butterfly fluttered over and landed on the top of her beak. “Hello,” cheeped the hummingbird.

“Oh, Miss Hummingbird, you must help me,” the butterfly pleaded. “I see you teaching all the other hummingbirds how to collect nectar from the flowers. My butterfly parents won’t teach me, and I’m so hungry. Will you please help?”

“Oh,” said the hummingbird. “We are different species. I’ve never taught a butterfly before.”

The butterfly looked defeated and began to flutter away.

Before she could get too far, the hummingbird chirped, “But I’ll try as hard as I can.”

They flew off across the meadow together, pausing at all the best-looking flowers so the butterfly could learn. The hummingbird found out that even though the butterfly didn’t know how to collect food, she knew lots of other things. The butterfly knew the names of all the flowers, and all the grasses that grew in the meadow too. The hummingbird thought this was very interesting.

After that first day, the butterfly came bright and early to join the class of the hummingbirds. The hummingbird smiled every time she saw the butterfly, and let her ride between the blossoms on her head so the butterfly wouldn’t get tired trying to keep up.

But their lessons didn’t go unnoticed.

In the meadow, there was a big, terrible, ugly, mean old hawk. So big and so terrible it could’ve swallowed them both up in a single gobble.

Everyone was afraid of the hawk. The hummingbird was very afraid of the hawk. As a fledgling the hawk had nibbled on her wing and made it too hard to fly. She had been stuck in one place for many, many, many years until her wing had gotten better, but she still flew the slightest bit lopsided.

One day after hummingbird school, the hawk approached the hummingbird. “Hello, Miss Hummingbird.”

“Hello,” the hummingbird replied politely.

“Where do you think you’re going?” the hawk said with a snarl.

“There is a young butterfly across the meadow. I’ve been teaching her how to collect nectar with my other students so she doesn’t starve.”

The hawk tilted her head and sneered at her. “A butterfly? In a hummingbird class?”

“Yes. She’s very smart,” the hummingbird says.

“Ridiculous. Butterflies can’t be smart. They don’t even have brains!” insisted the hawk.

“Of course they do! And this one has a big one,” the hummingbird said bravely.

“Are you calling me a liar?” growled the hawk.

“N-no, of course not,” stuttered the hummingbird.

The hawk took big, slow steps, closer and closer until their beaks were nearly touching. “Then listen when I say. You are forbidden from teaching the butterfly any more. You’d better listen. You know what I can do.”

The hummingbird couldn’t do anything except nod frantically. The hawk got up and flew away to her tree overlooking the whole big meadow.

The next day, the butterfly came flying over for class like always. The hummingbird looked at her sadly as she landed on her beak. “Oh, dear butterfly,” she said. “I’m not sure I can help you anymore.”

“Why not?” the butterfly asked after a moment’s consideration.

“My boss says I can’t teach you anymore,” the hummingbird explains. She apologized and said they would have to figure something else out. “We will have to figure something else out. I won’t give up on you.”

The butterfly smiled and tickled the hummingbird with her antennae in appreciation. Before the hummingbird could respond, the butterfly lifted up and started flying away.

“Where are you going?!” the hummingbird called after her.

“Don’t worry, I’ll find you tomorrow!” the butterfly replied.

The butterfly came back the very next day. Nothing seemed any different to the hummingbird. “Hello again, little butterfly.”

“Hello,” the butterfly replied.

“What was so important yesterday?” the hummingbird asked.

“Oh, I just had to check something,” the butterfly replied. The hummingbird was suspicious, but she didn’t mention anything. “Has the hawk done anything?”

“Not recently,” the hummingbird replied, flying after the butterfly into the meadow.

“I watch from my bush sometimes. I don’t think the other hummingbirds you teach like her very much either.”

“No, I don’t think they do,” the hummingbird admitted.

Suddenly, they heard a snap of a beak and a snarl from behind them. “Miss Hummingbird.”

They both froze and slowly turned around. “Y-yes?”

“I told you not to see this butterfly ever again,” the hawk said threateningly.

"You did.”

“Then why did you? Do you not fear what I’m capable of?” the hawk growled, stepping closer and closer to them on its terrible legs.

The hummingbird stood fast, trembling from beak to bottom. “I do. But I won’t let this creature suffer because of your rules.”

The hawk leapt at them, snapping its terrible beak and flying after them as fast as it could.

“Run!” yelled the butterfly, and they both took off. They ran and ran, over the meadows and through the woods, as fast as they could, with the hawk chasing them all the way.

Eventually, they made it to a very particular tree. They both landed on a tiny, thin branch way, way up high, too thin to support the hawk’s weight.

To the hummingbird’s surprise, all of her hummingbird students were there too, sitting next to a massive pile of the itchiest pollen the butterfly had gathered during her lessons. Everyone took a clump in their wing, and hurled it at the hawk.

They bonked and bounced and hit the hawk from every angle, but still she persisted. Then, the butterfly took one clump, the last one, in her little wing and threw it as hard as she could. It hit the hawk square up the nose, and she sneezed so hard she flew backwards for miles and miles, and was never seen again.

The hummingbird took over as queen of the meadow, and the butterfly moved into the closest bush. Every day they met for tea, and every night they took turns sleeping in the others nest.

And all the air, and all the land, and even all the water, belonged to them, together.

And they lived happily ever after.

Matilda has been gazing intently at her face the entire time she read, looking for every small little hint of emotion. Jenny carefully flips the last page over and stares down at the back cover. “Did… did you like it? I-it was a lot harder to write the story down instead of just saying it out loud like I usually do, so it… it…”

Jenny slowly sits up and hauls Matilda into her lap, squeezing her tight and burying her face in her hair. She tries not to let Matilda see her cry, but she feels a few tears slip out of her closed eyes. “Oh, Matilda. I loved it. This is my favorite book I’ve ever read. And the best present I’ve ever received.”

Matilda wiggles until her face is exposed to air once more and quietly asks, “Really?”

Jenny nods and leaves a lingering kiss on her daughter’s soft little cheek. “Well, the best gift I’ve really ever gotten was you. But it’s definitely the best book in the whole world. I absolutely love it.”

Matilda smiles and cuddles back into her. Jenny holds her close and smiles at the book still resting on the floor.

They’re content to stay like that for quite a while. Jenny gently rocks Matilda from side to side every now and again, but other than that, they’re still and silent for a long time.

“Have I got to go to bed now?” Matilda asks quietly after a while. Jenny chuckles.

“Not tonight, unless you’re tired.”

Matilda shakes her head. Jenny is confused when she pries herself from her grasp and pads over to their bookshelf. Matilda stands on her tiptoes to grab whatever she’s after and comes back. Jenny recognizes it immediately. A Christmas Carol, by Charles Dickens. She smiles and pats the ground next to her. Matilda pulls their cushiest blanket off the back of the couch and spreads it on the ground, and their softest one goes on top of them as they lay side by side to read.

“Do you want to read it or shall I?” Jenny asks when they’re all comfortable.

“Oh, wait!” Matilda says, and she’s off again. Jenny sighs affectionately as she hears her making a great cacophony of noise in the kitchen. She runs a hand over the smooth plastic dust jacket protecting the hard cover of the book as she waits.

Matilda comes back after another little while with two mugs of steaming hot tea carefully resting on a tray, and a large pile of the Christmas cookies they made sitting between them.

“Ooh,” Jenny says when she rests the tray on the ground nearby, but far enough away that it won’t get accidentally bumped. “Thank you, love. This is just perfect, now.”

Matilda just nods with a wide smile on her face. She settles back in and pulls the book open. “Let’s switch for each chapter. But you go first.”

“Alright,” Jenny says, sliding the book the slightest bit closer to herself and beginning to read aloud. “Marley was dead: to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that. The register of his burial was signed by the clergyman, the clerk, the undertaker, and the chief mourner.”

Matilda folds her arms and gently rests her head upon them, gazing fondly at Jenny, not that she quite noticed, and the out-of-focus glow of the Christmas tree behind her. The fire crackles in the hearth nearby, and they both sip slowly at their sweet tea and nibble on cookies as they read.

They don’t get too far into the book before they both get quite tired. In fact, the book lies open partway through even as they drift off to sleep just after the clock strikes midnight.

But just before they do, they both listen to the old grandfather clock upstairs chime twelve long times, and they smile the faintest bit at one another.

“Happy Christmas, Matilda,” Jenny whispers, tucking a strand of Matilda’s hair behind her ear and leaving a hand on her cheek.

“Happy Christmas, Mummy.”

And they both drifted off to a sound sleep thinking the same thing.

It’s already the happiest I’ve ever had.

—————

thank you all once again for all the love and all the reads. it means more to me than you know <3

and of course another big thank you to everyone who helped this little series happen. all of you, and especially to @churchoftheconfusedchicken (here and ao3) and @serene-sapphic (here, serenesapphic on ao3). much love to them <3

if you celebrate i hope you had a wonderful holiday season, and if you don’t i hope you had a wonderful few weeks and enjoyed these chapters.

i’ll see you all in the new year!! thank you all for making this very tough year a little bit brighter :)

lots of love,

ezzy

[qapsiel]

@loyaltysword in response to the middle of the night

                            HE KNOWS WHAT IT'S LIKE TO NOT SLEEP WHILE EVERYONE ELSE IS. It wasn't so bad when his wings were in perfect condition and he could just pop in on people celebrating Diwali in India while the whole American continent lay in slumber. Now, he only gets so far. "Do you know about Netflix?" he asks in a serious voice. "It's an excellent distraction during the night. You can do something called binge-watching, and nobody will get mad at you because they're all asleep while you're doing it."

[what-in-the-gloobie-glob]

I firmly hate the state of America especially right now

Cw: this is about gun violence

Before this post goes on please know that I am fortunate enough to have been sheltered from a lot of what I will bring up later in this past. And that even as shitty as this my sound, Truthfully I ignore most national news if it doesn't affect me. So please take this with both a grain of salt and a grain of sugar because this is no longer something that I am ignoring.

For context I live in a neighborhood where there is a non zero amount of people who celebrate Diwali. Now I personally don't know much (anything) about Diwali (I'll educate myself at somepoint) but I have just recently learned that fireworks are involved.

For further context I have at least one neighbor who has a gun, and said neighbor sometimes likes to fire it into the air at night at random. Why? Idk. Are there other neighbors that do this? Idk but I haven't ruled it out.

Now for the part that I hate, and I don't hold this against the people, thus was just my automatic reaction. So fire works started going off, and I'm in bed none the wiser, and I hear the first of the fire works go off. And in a moment I will realize 'oh its just a firework'

But my initial response? "Oh shit. Who the fuck has their gun out at 6pm and why the hell are they firing it in a neighborhood full of kids?"

There would be (are currently) lapses in the fireworks and any time they started up again, this happened. And it actually makes my heart do this kinda unsettling jump thing, and I hate it.

Now, again, I want to say that this is nobody's fault. I don't have a problem with cultural traditions, I really respect them, and I tried to be respectful in this post even with my limited knowledge (please tell me if I was disrespectful at any point and I will do my best to amed it asap). But the fact that this was my initial reaction (or even a reaction at all) probably means there is a problem in america.

So yeah I just wanted to share this because, everyone talks about the state of America, and bring politics into it, and I just wanted to say it goes deeper than that.

I also want to say that I've seen tiktoks about some non-Americans (definitely not all, but enough that I noticed, and I generally am not on that side ot tiktok) like to bring up school shootings when making fun of America. And I want to say IT IS NOT FUNNY!! It's a real issue, and real people die, real CHILDREN die. And you're laughing about it?

And that's not the only way it affects people. It's very traumatic, even for the kids who haven't physically gone through one, even for the kids who only have to learn about it.

Do you know how bad it has to be a kid in kindergarten and learning about active shooter drills. Do do know how heartbreaking it is for a parent to have to send their kindergartener (or any child for that matter) to school knowing that their backpack weighs just a little more because it holds a kevlar insert in it, on the hopes that on the off chance that a shooter does come for them that their child(ren) will be a little safer.

Everyone grows up with fire drill, and tornado warnings. I am now out of highschool (secondary school) since 2 years ago. I had two (2) tornado drills in 7 years (one was a really bad storm featuring tornado warnings, so is it really a drill?). I had one fire drill for each year I was in school, but none of which were ever real, nor were they close to real. I never once had to truely worry about a real fire. I had three (3) intruder drills, one for each school (elementary, middle, high), there is one (1) time my sister had an intruder drill, this was probably 7-8 years ago, there was a robbery nearby, but it got nowhere near the school (teaching was still actively happening)

Now I want you to think about how 3 something 4 times a year kids have to go through a shooter drill. How many times has teaching been interrupted for this? How many times has a kid seen real life scenarios of this happening with real consequences? (How many times has a school truely caught on fire or been hit by a tornado?)

There are kids (honestly it's most of them at this point) who know in their heart that the shooter drills probably won't save them if it happens to them. There are kids who are actively accepting the fact that they may have to take a life to save their own.

I saw a tiktok of a kid who said he has an escape plan for every single room in the school. Let me repeat that. EVERY. SINGLE. ROOM. And I know for a fact that that kid is not alone. I know for a fact that I too was constantly looking for ways of escape. I too was thinking about how if I couldn't escape, how I could use my use my desk to hide for a single moment. Did you know we were taught to line desks and tables up behind the door all the way to the wall so the door couldn't open? Kids were thinking about how to stab someone in the neck with scissors. Or how to bash a skull open with a holepuncher or a tape dispenser, or how to blind someone by throwing their backpacks. Kids are taught to put their backpacks an their front so that they have more protection.

THIS IS NOT FUNNY! THIS IS SCARY!

The state of America is horrific, and it's actively changing the way children are learning, and viewing the world. Children are actively being taught that they are not safe, and they just have to live with that. Kids are growing up fearful and they don't even know it. They don't know that it isn't normal to step into a classroom and note the desks, and wall position, and if/where there are windows, and how that relates to the door. They don't know that it isn't normal to have to live with a "them or me" mentality and yet they do.

What does this mean for the future?

And for the love of whatever you love PLEASE DON'T JOKE ABOUT IT!

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Ajay Devgn and Kajol's daughter Nysa has changed a lot and has become more beautiful than before. see photos

Ajay Devgan and Kajol's daughter, Nysa, has yet to appear in a film and her social media accounts are not public, but she is still covered in pictures of her on social media. In fact, whenever someone goes to a public place or event, their picture goes viral on social media. Not only that, but there are many fan clubs created in Nyssa's name. If you look at Nyssa's recent photos, you can see her massive transformation as well. Kajol's daughter Nysa Nysa has become more beautiful and gorgeous than before. Fans were impressed by the traditional appearance of Nyas on Diwali. Even her fans were amazed that she had changed like this. Also included are photos of Nyssa celebrating Diwali with other Bollywood star kids including Janhvi Kapoor, Suhana Khan and Ananya Pandey. Suhana and Jhanvi are Nysa's very good friends. Let's talk about Nysa, who studied at the United World College of South East Asia in Singapore. Nyssa then moved to Switzerland for further studies. Fans also want Nyasa to debut in Bollywood like the other star kids, but currently Nyasa has no such plans. Ajay Devgn and Kajol's daughter Nysa In fact, a few days ago, Ajay Devgn was asked about Nysa's Bollywood debut, and the actor said, "I don't know if she wants to come to Bollywood now or not. Currently, he's not interested in going into Bollywood. But the kids don't know when or what to do. Currently, they are studying. I'm doing it, but I don't know if the plan will change in the future." Kajol also said, “I will support the children no matter what they do. They can do whatever they want. If they're happy, I'm happy too. My biggest responsibility as one is to guide them not only in the film industry but in whatever they choose to do.” Commenting on Niasa's Bollywood debut, Kajol said, "I think Niasa can make her own decisions. I'm not going to stop her from doing anything because she's become her grown up and she's allowed herself to make the right decisions for herself." ALSO READ- A new picture of Mahendra Singh Dhoni’s daughter Ziva Dhoni has been released: The love between father and daughter is visible in the photo Mom and sister cried a lot when Kiara left, and Siddhas handled the situation like the eldest son in the house. DISCLAIMER Thanks for visit our website bollywoodofindia.com . We have taken all measures to ensure that the information provided in this article and on our social media platform is credible, verified and sourced from other Big media Houses. For any feedback or complaint, reach out to us at bollywoodofindiaa@gmail.com Read the full article

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Jain Bhagwan And Its Festival

Jain Bhagwan

In Jainism, Bhagwan is called Siddha and Arihant. Jainism discards the idea of God or power responsible for the universe's maintenance, creation, and manifestation. According to Jain’s philosophy, this world has always existed and will always exist. This universe is free and runs on universal natural laws. In Jain’s philosophy, God is an immaterial object and it cannot create a concrete object. Therefore, in Jainism, there are many bhagwan, all equal, free, and infinite in the manifestation of quality.

Jain Festival

There are many Jain festivals celebrated under Jainism but the major ones are as follows:

Solahkaran Parv

Ratnatraya Festival

Rishipanchami

Mahavir Jayanti

Ashtanhika Festival

Paryushan

Pachmeru Festival

Rishipanchami

Shrut Panchami

Diwali

Veerashasan Jayanti Festival

Kshullak Shri Ganesh Prasad Ji Varni Jayanti Festival

To learn more about the Jain Religion, there are different Jain Tv channels but there is one channel that I recommend that is mainly focused on Jainism is Aadinath Tv where you can have complete knowledge of the Jain Religion.  Aadinath Tv broadcasts bhajans of Jain Bhagwan and narratives that give peacefulness to the mind and soul. The channel changes individual viewpoints and sanitizes the spirit to give them another outlook on life. This channel will keep on making programs to answer every issue of humankind through their old Jain way of thinking, strict convictions, Jain festival, and culture. You can also check out our Jain panchang (Jain calendar) and Jain Kalyanak on our website. For more details visit our website: https://aadinathtv.com/

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This Diwali, Gift Smart with Our Customised Upcycled Hampers—Perfect for the Planet and Loved Ones

Diwali, the festival of lights, is a time for celebration, togetherness, and thoughtful gifting. But in recent years, many of us have started rethinking our gifting choices, looking for options that not only bring joy to our loved ones but also contribute to a healthier planet. This year, why not make your Diwali even more special by choosing upcycled gifts that reflect care for both the environment and the people you hold dear?

Why Upcycled Hampers Are the Ideal Diwali Gift

Diwali is all about spreading love, joy, and light, and what better way to do this than by gifting something that reflects mindfulness? Our sustainable gifts are not just gifts—they are a statement of responsible living. By choosing upcycled products, you are helping to reduce landfill waste, conserve resources, and promote a circular economy. Each hamper is filled with carefully selected, eco-friendly products that are perfect for adding a sustainable touch to the festive season.

What to pick for Upcycled Hampers?

Our products are a thoughtful curation of everyday essentials and décor items that bring a blend of functionality, aesthetics, and sustainability. 

Here’s a sneak peek at some of the unique upcycled products that you can include in your hamper:

Upcycled Glass Bottles and Jars: Perfect for home décor or storage, these beautiful jars and bottles have been given a second life. They make elegant statement pieces that are sure to spark conversation during festive gatherings.

Eco-Friendly Cork Coasters: Stylish and functional, our cork coasters are made from sustainable materials. They add a rustic charm to any table setting, ideal for Diwali parties and beyond.

Customised Upcycled Bottle lamps: preserve your memories in customised bottle lamps with images that capture your fond memories.

Why Choose Upcycled Gifts This Diwali?

In a world where consumption is at an all-time high, making a conscious choice to give upcycled products can have a lasting impact. By gifting our upcycled hampers, you’re choosing to:

Reduce Waste: Every upcycled product diverts waste from landfills and gives it a new purpose, reducing the environmental footprint of your celebration.

Promote Sustainability: Support eco-conscious businesses and artisans who are dedicated to creating beautiful, sustainable products.

Offer Unique and Thoughtful Gifts: Each upcycled glass product is uniquely crafted, ensuring that your gift is not only useful but also memorable.

Celebrate the Festival of Lights with a Planet-Friendly Glow

Diwali is the perfect time to embrace light, positivity, and new beginnings. With our customised upcycled hampers, you can extend this spirit to your gifting as well. Whether you’re choosing them for family, friends, or colleagues, these hampers will serve as a reminder that small, conscious actions can lead to big changes.

Personalise Your Diwali Gift

To make your Diwali gift even more special, we offer the option to personalise your upcycled hampers. Add a handwritten note, select your preferred combination of products, and create a gift that truly reflects your love and appreciation for those who matter the most.

This Diwali, gift thoughtfully with Kavi Poetry’s custom hampers and lights up both hearts and homes in the most eco-friendly way possible. Let’s celebrate the festival of lights by making sustainable choices that brighten the future of our planet!