The Hallowed Halloween

Halloween. When we usually think of it, it’s always dressing up as something or someone that is so well etched in our own memory. In India, especially in the more urban areas like Mumbai, it’s become more common to see Halloween themed parties, where people cosplay as different characters, whether fictional or non-fictional. Most of it can be down to the phenomenon of westernisation, or simply said, a fascination with the culture seen in the west.

As someone who himself celebrated Halloween parties with my friends, it is really fun, but I personally feel that there should be more acknowledging of the importance of Halloween as a whole. It is part of this run-up to All Saints Day on 1st November and All Souls Day on 2nd November, which both have major significance in Christian culture in general. On All Saints Day, we pray for the saints that have been ordained throughout the history of the church. It is this remembrance for what they have done for the betterment of the church, as well as society.

Right after that, there is All Souls Day, in which people remember their loved ones who have passed. It’s like this reminder they are with their loved ones not physically, but eternally.

As much as we celebrate the spooky season of Halloween, I also think it’s important we know the other side of it, which is just as important. When I learnt of it for the first time, I was fascinated by it, because usually the death of a loved one is characterised by grief. But here celebrating their lives gives the person peace, as well as makes sure their loved ones are in a way kept alive. There is just something so special that really can’t be explained, but only felt. This is one of them.

Hoping everyone had a happy Halloween, as well as a blissful All Souls day for those who celebrate, as well as happy holidays. Rest well, for we don’t get these times too often. Hydrate yourselves and cherish this time.

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