The Happiness of a Lit Diya on Diwali
100 Days of Happiness – Day 49
Today was Deepavali, or Diwali, the festival of lights. It ranks second on the list of my favorite festivals, the first being Rakshabandhan. The lore behind the festival is a story I loved hearing when I was a child, and yes, to see the lights in front of each house, and the colors of bursting rockets in the backdrop of the night sky, that is something I still love
This year, there’s a cyclone happening in the Bay of Bengal, which has made it a wet Deepavali, the rains lashing the city continuously. It’s harder to light the diyas, and definitely not possible to light the firecrackers and see the colors in the sky. I do not burst crackers now, though it’s wonderful to see my neighbor’s two little children enthusiastic about the sparklers and colors too. When I reached home from office (yes, I worked on Diwali), one of the two jumped into my arms and told me about how she lit sparklers today when the rain had stopped. And my mom had lit diyas and kept it at the doorstep, away from the rain too.
Happiness is… the light of the diya, which lit up my smile today; and the happiness of my neighbor’s children too. They’re living the moments that are my memories of childhood, and I’m happy they are.
(© 10th November 2015)