Today, I held a single diya in my hands and watched its little flame flicker against the quiet evening. 🪔
It was such a simple thing just a tiny flicker of light yet it reached deep inside me, touching corners of my soul I often forget exist. The warmth of that small flame seemed to whisper to me gently, telling me to be calmer, to breathe, and to let peace settle within me.
Around me, the festival buzzed with laughter, and joy. Lamps lit up every corner, sweet aromas of festive foods filled the air, and the sound of happy chatter floated through the streets. Yet, for a few precious moments, it all faded away. I was just me and this little flame a quiet anchor amidst the celebration.
One diya, one small wish to burn away all the negativity, all the doubts, and to keep the light inside me alive. In that calm, I realized how powerful even a tiny spark can be. It doesn’t need to shout to matter. It doesn’t need grandeur to make an impact. Just being steady, being warm, and being present is enough.Sometimes, in the smallest lights, we find the deepest hope. In the quiet glow of one flickering flame, I felt peace touch my soul, reminding me that even in the busiest celebrations, moments of stillness can carry the strongest meaning. And as the diya burned softly in my hands, I felt my heart lighten, my thoughts settle, and my spirit reconnect with the simple, beautiful truth that light, however small, always finds a way. ✨
