I can see my surroundings lit up. An ambience of joy is spreading cheer. In a distance I see children playing, and elders exchanging pleasantries. The torturous summer is bidding farewell and a refreshing chill in the air is welcoming the winters.
Yes my friends it’s close to the month of October and November and the spirit of festivity is spreading happiness. Some of you must have guessed by now what I am talking about. It is the time of Diwali that is lighting up the world. The warm festival celebrated by Indian in all parts of the globe.
The ritual of dipping diyas in water, filling them up with oil and lighting them to decorate our homes is the most delicate and intrinsic feature of the festival.
The fragrance of lit diyas is comforting and pious. The flickering wig is under cutting the darkness and filling our lives with light. It is illuminating our homes and welcoming positive energies in our lives. It’s this light that spreads equality and bridges divides between the haves and the have-nots. It spreads the same light that lights up a hut and a mansion. Suddenly in the dark skies all we see is a thousand of flickers that makes all look one.
A small and mostly a routine ritual in all Indian homes but it’s this simple pleasure of lighting up a diya that makes Diwali so special. Decorating our homes with ultimate authenticity and Indian taste that makes it look splendid. And spreading light by lighting up a small diya conveys the greatness that lies behind simple pleasures we all have in our lives.