The Story Behind Cahaya

In a season where doors are left open
and light lingers a little longer in the home —

I think of the warmth I’ve been welcomed into during Raya gatherings.

Sharing plates passed from hand to hand.
Best cutleries brought out from the cabinet.
Sweet drinks refilled before you even ask.
Plates never left empty.

The long hours of rempah simmering.
Curries and rendang tended to with patience and care.
Cooking that doesn’t end, even after guests arrive.
A kitchen that keeps giving.

Raya is vibrant —
laughter rising above conversations,
children weaving through rooms,
spice carried gently in the air.

And beneath it, something quieter.
A labour of love.
Care expressed through abundance.
Warmth made visible.

Cahaya was created from that memory of home —
not as tradition replicated,
but as atmosphere felt.

A reflection of colour and light.
Of generosity held in composition.
Of celebration expressed with restraint.

For Hari Raya,
and for the homes that hold it.