Oct 31, 2014
I love playing make-believe. Simply for that reason, I love Halloween. As a child, I would dress up my younger cousin as all kinds of people for fun. We have pictures of her as a witch , a “sadhu”* and a host of other characters, all testaments to my dress-up madness.
Last Halloween I persuaded the husband into being “JiJi” to my “Kiki”. This year we decided to be something closer to our oriental roots. We went as the Moth and the Flame.
The Moth is besotted with the Flame. He does not care that she will be the end of him, he is obsessed with being united with her. The Flame is won over by his devotion. She is deeply in love with the Moth, but she cannot accept his love, because she knows it will mean death for him.
We met up with a friend who pulled on a pair of red gloves as a last minute costume and quickly became the man who got caught red handed, and drank away the evening at a bar called The Headless Horseman.
Elsewhere in the family, we had a very handsome Batman, the most adorable baby giraffe, an awesome grandma and a spider.
* sadhu – a wandering ascetic
** Tere dil mein meri saanson ko panah mil jaaye
Tere ishq mein meri jaan fanaa ho jaayeā.
-To be annihilated by love is worth more than living without it