"Please don't die", she pleaded. She cupped the growing-warm earth in her hands, all the while intently staring at the tiny spark in front of her. Satisfied that the little flame would soon glow brightly given a few more seconds, she placed the little lamp made of earthen mud back into its place. She got up slowly, glancing around and marveling at the many, tiny dancing flames, each contained in a similar lamp. The entire home was lit, shining against the darkness, each warm flame dancing with a mind of its own. She smiled to herself, thinking about the joy that Lord Rama must have felt when He returned to Ayodhya. To all of His beloved citizens, each waiting eagerly in their bright, lamp-lit homes, eager to reunite with their beloved Lord. Who would not be joyous amidst the elegantly planned celebrations of love? Reveling in her thoughts, she walked up to her mother, took a plump Badushah in one hand, some fried Moong Dal in the other, and cheerfully munched on them alternatively. Sweet and salty was the perfect phrase for deliciousness. Out on the balcony where her little sister and dad sat, a cool breeze blew, causing the little flames to flicker. "Good times, but a little quieter. Perfect for self-reflection though", she mused out loud. Last year had been quite a bit different. Wait, who am I kidding? It was way, way, way more different. But in the end, The Festival Of Lights remains the same. Letting the Lord into your heart, and showing your loved ones how much you care. This is the Diwali I celebrate.
HAPPY DIWALI !!!!!
Awesome. Happy Diwali 🪔🪔🪔
ReplyDeleteHappy Diwali to you too!!!❤❤
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