The Light Festival – a story in 100 words
Today, my home has been swept clean and the floors washed. I prepare each tiny lamp of oil containing wicks that will soon be lit to signify the triumph of good over evil. As I light the first small clay pot, beautiful mehndi patterns glow in the lamplight upon my skin. The aroma of sweets, the acrid smell of firecrackers snapping in the streets to fend off evil, and the bright colors flashing in the wind from diyas add to the thrill of Deepavali. Before the rangoli at my doorstep, I bow to make puja to Lakshmi and Lord Ganesh.