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String of lights!

Nothing cheers me up more than a string of dazzling lights, brightening up everything around me. That is why I love this festival called Diwali.

Back in Bangalore after two years, it's fun again to throw the lights on the chikoo tree, the mango tree, the arched balcony, and the terrace. When I look out of my kitchen window, at night, I feel as if am seeing lot of colourful fireflies, just moving around in a line or doing some kind of a special dance.

I am not too fond of the crackers. I like the spirit of the festival. I love lighting the diyas. I love the rangoli made beautifully by my maid. I wait for this one festival the whole year-round.

This festival makes me happy, makes me feel nice inside. This year the festival holds a very special meaning for me. The myth holds that Diwali is celebrated as the triumph of good over evil and the return of Rama from his vanvas. This year, I hope it gives me the strength to fight my inner demons, and bring back the peace and calm I have always enjoyed.

As I throw a silent prayer in the universe for myself, I also pray and wish all my friends and loved ones a very happy and safe Diwali.

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