COVID-19 may have changed the way we live our lives, but as photographer Kurt Ganapathy finds out, it’s not dampened our festive spirits as Singapore celebrates Deepavali.
The triumph of light over darkness – of good over evil – is a concept that transcends boundaries and borders, and that’s perhaps part of the reason why Deepavali, or Diwali, is welcomed around the world with a season of festivities.
For this year in particular, when so many have faced a battle against the unseen adversary that is the coronavirus, the hope for the victory of light is a sentiment we all carry with us.
It’s fitting, then, as we prepare for Phase 3, that vibrant lights are shining on Serangoon Road once more, as they’ve done for so many Deepavali celebrations before.
While we’ll miss some of the usual activities, performances and shopping that accompany Deepavali in Singapore, that unmistakeable buzz in Little India is back.
Happy Deepavali!
The Little India Deepavali light-up continues until Dec 6.
Photography: Kurt Ganapathy
Curation: Arman Shah
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“My brother died 8 years ago. I was at home when I found out. It was a Friday night, and I was on a long-distance call with my partner who was in Europe at the time. At 1am, I got up from bed to go to the toilet. That’s when I saw my mum crying alone in the living room.
My mum isn’t a particularly emotional person. I’ve probably seen her cry three times my whole life. I was worried and concerned, of course, and asked what’s going on. She turned to me and said, ‘I have bad news. Joel died.’
When a sibling dies unexpectedly, it takes time for you to process the news. And then you realise that your family will never be the same again. You will never be full or complete anymore. There is only brokenness. And that was the first emotion that hit me really hard.
The next morning, we got more details, and I learnt that he killed himself. When someone commits suicide, family is required to identify the body at the mortuary. My mum said, ‘Look, you don’t have to go if you don’t want to.’ And I’m thinking, how can I let you do this alone?!
Even though I could sense a heaviness in the air around her, my mother looked relatively composed. But when they wheeled in the body, she simply broke. She kept saying that it’s not him. It’s not him. It doesn’t look like him. I had never seen that side of her before.
My mother was always put together, but at that moment, she sounded like a young mother who had just lost her newborn baby. It was less heartbreaking that I lost my brother, and more painful that I had to see her that way.
When my brother was 12, he moved out of the house and lived with my grandmother. I never knew why. Maybe it’s because we weren’t well-to-do. Maybe it’s because our parents didn’t have the best of relationships. I was his younger sister, but I didn’t know much about him.
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