The Festival of Lights #thefestivaloflights

The diary of a blind girl.

They call it the festival of lights,
celebrating the win of light over darkness, of good over evil, of knowledge over ignorance.

I don't really have any memory of diwali as such just some glimpses, I remember before this blanket of darkness surrounded me. I remember my mum busy in making sweets and what not while my father would be putting up lights to decorate the entire house.

I remember my mum lighting up diyas in the whole house and me asking her in my babyish voice why we do it for and she would reply in her sweet tone to make the darkness go away and spread the light of happiness, love, respect and loyalty.

I also remember me being scared of the sound of fire crackers and at the same time being in awe of the different colours and patterns that would fill up the sky. I remember me asking my dad when I'll be able to do that and he would reply when you grow up a little more.

But I guess life didn't want that little more to arrive and this happened to me.

I remember when I first woke up in the hospital with no sight, I asked my mum to put on the lights and heard her sharp intake of breath and I knew something was wrong. When the doctor finally broke the news everyone was shattered but my parents always supported me.

Everyday after that day mum always told me to remember that
Light comes from within us.
It hurt at first but I learnt to live with it, always remembering that light comes from within us.

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#thefestivaloflights
Sometimes life's just not about gaining happiness, it's about spreading it.
-Meraki
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