A different kind of post-Thanksgiving post since I’m in the midst of still catching up on so much from my travels. So here we go . . .
This part of my trip to Malaysia was one of my favorites. It’s been far over ten years since I’ve last visited the Batu Caves, and I was itching to revisit since I was little. And it was perfect timing since we decided to go on the major Indian holiday called Diwali (also called Deepavali). Malaysia is home to many, many people of Hindu Indian descent. It was amazing to see parts of the city come alive with color in celebration of this Hindu festival of lights, signifying the victory of light over darkness, good over evil, knowledge over ignorance, and hope over despair. It’s a beautiful reason to celebrate! Lights and candles lit up the dark Batu Caves, filled with bats in its crevices and acting as a playground for playful and curious monkeys who aren’t afraid to get up close and personal with the guests who decided to take the 272 steps up to the famous caves. I remember as a kid, always being a little fearful of the monkeys after one almost jumped on me to snag my bag of peanuts out of my small and trembling hands. But this particular day, I showed only love for these little creatures, trying to get as close as I could to snap a picture of the mother with her small baby at her breast.
It was a breathtaking view to stand at the bottom before my trek up, watching all kinds of feet, many Hindus going up barefoot as is the tradition, take purposeful steps up to the top. Every color imaginable decorating the backs of these people. Women in stunning and multicolored saris that lit up the entire stairway with every color imaginable. A mix of every skin tone, ethnicity, and cultural background together created a buzz on each and every one of those 272 steps. Once I got to the top, I decided to linger for a while longer to watch the crowds below and horizon ahead. There was an approaching storm cloud making its way towards us in the distance. It was a grey color, but it didn’t feel sad. It was peaceful and complementing to all the action happening where I was standing. Once we made our way into the cave, past the crowds admiring the colorful statues of Hindu gods, and all the way to the back, the rain began to fall through the cave’s opening where a mist hung over us all. The mist to me seemed like a kind of protector that I couldn’t stop staring at. Droplets coming down in a way that felt like life turned into slow motion. Landing on our faces and cooling our skin, for the day was extra humid. It washed our sweaty stickiness away. Kept us calm. The rain lasted for what seemed like nearly an hour, but we were in no rush at all. We sat and people watched while others did the same. Trying to figure out who was a tourists and which ones were the locals. Malaysia is so multicultural that it’s actually quite hard to figure this out. But that’s the beauty about this country. It’s always unexpected and there’s always something new to discover. This day we were celebrating the Festival Lights. And even though it got dark and grey, the light still kept on shining through.
Hope all you guys who celebrated Thanksgiving this week had a wonderful time off with those you love. Talk soon 🙂
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