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Lights, lights were everywhere. In the balconies, from roof tops to garden, upon trees and shrubs. At the puja place, the diyas with unlighted wicks were present filling the atmosphere with the scent of oil. Soon, we place one after another on the sill, lightening them simultaneously and effortlessly.

Every nook becomes lightened. One in every room and I guess my niece too wanted one by her bed.

lightening again
a half-burned wick...
Diwali night


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