As the sun disappeared, we lit the first diya. Then the second. Soon all ten flames danced gently, their golden light reflecting on the petals like tiny stars fallen from the sky.
The fragrance of roses filled the air.
The courtyard glowed blue, pink, and gold — a magical mix of color and warmth.
So no corner of the heart remains dark.
by closing our eyes and made a wish:
May our home always stay this bright, this loving, this together.
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Real light never goes out. It lives in love, hope, and the people we cherish"