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Diwali...

I wait for my favourite festival every year, and then it's just over so soon.

I don't like the crackers though. Diwali is one festival that I love to celebrate. 
Everybody knows the mythological reason for Diwali. Children are told stories about the epic battle between Rama and Ravana, and the celebration is for the victorious return of Rama..blah..blah..

My son also knows it, his school also staged a play on that. Lighting the diyas, and putting up the fairy lights few days before the festival are the things that make me happy.

My son joins me, in lighting the diyas and candles. Yeah! And am not getting into any gender battles here, as long as the kid participates in everything it's fine. It doesn't matter whether the kid is a boy or girl.

While we were lighting the diyas, my son narrated the story of Ramayana, the part where Rama returns to Ayodhya. He said, it's the triumph of good over evil. All the monsters are killed as they are evil.

I explained to a 7 year old, (herculean task) that it's not just about the monsters outside, it's also about the monsters inside us, that should die. I said, though it is not entirely possible to kill all negativity, we must try our best to do it. That will also be a triumph over evil within us. Just like how a candle or a diya lights up the darkness, the goodness inside each and every human being will light up the world and free the world of it's negativity. If only, all of us could do that.

Packed my diyas, cleared the melted wax of the candles. The fairy lights would now be taken off after New Year. So I switch it on every evening, for couple of hours, makes me happy.

Gearing up for Christmas now!!! 

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