BOOM, GOES THE DYNAMITE.
Streets were bursting with lights. Local merchants were selling colourful sweets. And the most exciting part were the endless selection of vibrant fireworks. It was Diwali, the festival of lights.
It was one of my favourite holidays growing up, I remember my friends wondering why we put up holiday lights in late October and I would love sharing Indian Christmas with them. Our house would shimmer with candles and my mom’s mouth watering dishes would travel throughout the streets. I was filled with the excitement of fireworks, festivities and family.
We met Pankaj, a local guy from Jharkhand, who extended us the invitation to spend this Diwali with his family. After exchanging presents and filling ourselves with the best of food and sweets, it was time to let out some fireworks.
We were greeted by the same eye sparkling glimmer by the adults and children as we unraveled our purchases from the day. You see fireworks are illegal for all four of us back home so we had no reservations to splurge a little.
The neighbourhood gathered around us as we took out the surfboard, what was next? and started Diwali surfing with fireworks.
Mere seconds separated the time between the lighting of the wick and the powerful explosions. Jonno and Stefan rode away on the board as the fire rockets streamed off behind them. The locals shouted with excitement as the boys went through a barrel of sparklers. We were somehow Diwali Surfing and surprisingly, no one caught on fire.
Well, except for the surfboard.