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Divali Pictures: 2009

I know I am a little late, but I wanted to put some pictures of Divali in Trinidad, for those of you who might be wondering what the Indian diaspora in the Caribbean do for Divali.
Eating on soharee leaves (looks like fig leaves but different plant), is still popular in some places, as well as using old-fashioned deyas (oil, wick and clay pots).  Unfortunately I didn't have any pics of the more elaborate structures using bamboo which is cut in half and bent into fantastic shapes.  Deyas are then held in place by mud which hardens.  It looks quite spectacular at night.

Thanks to my friend Debbie for the neatly arranged food pictures and the nighttime deyas, and to my cousin Gary for the rest.

Comments

Savi said…
Nice pictures, Sally.

I was always told they were "soharee" leaves, not "fig" (banana) leaves as those are not robust enough. They look very similar but come from different plants.

Have your kids had the experience of eating off leaves yet? Mine haven't, but maybe someday...
Tira said…
Soharee leaves, Sally-just heard a heated discussion about that in Trinidad last month as one Trini textbook writer erroneously put banana leaves. LOL It's a different plant to banana (fig.) You bet me to it as I wanted to take pics too and post-but forgot.
Austin Trini said…
Oops!! I think I'll go back and edit it since I don't know if people will look at the comments ;) lol.

And no, the kiddies haven't eaten off leaves yet - when we went back home there wasn't an occasion for it.
Debbie said…
Nice, why didn't you put the bursin' bamboo one. that is also a Diwali tradition in the country areas and has moved out to other areas too.

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