Hello readers!!!

A very Happy Diwali to you all.

In this blog, I am about to narrate an incident happened recently with me.

The time was the eve of DHANTERAS.

I was roaming the road with Mumma for buying something on the occassion of Dhanteras( as it's an auspicious work to be done every year on this day).

I was walking behind her with free hands which were about to get busy after she was done with shopping.

I guess, everyone will be aware of those small stalls which not-so-wealthy people make on the sides of the road mostly near any festival.

Similarly, on that day, various small stalls were there giving a vibe of festival, and many were sitting on the road sides who weren't having much money to do any sort of arrangements for making their shops look good and attractive (or in my words showy). While, I was crossing the road, I was actually in search of a Gullak, yeah...From a very long time, I am longing for a cute, small Gullak, but I didn't find any yet.

I crossed the path witnessing a very small shop where a woman was sitting with two kids selling small diyas , kind of cute. I found them attractive, and made up my mind to bought something from there.

Then, when I was returning after doing all the shopping work with Mumma, I again crossed that shop.

I came back to home. Looked for money from every place where I had any sort of chance; At that time, money was a need!

I went to that shop, where ,over a mat a little girl (I guess ,of around 6-7 years old) was sitting (truly the owner), surrounded by various designs of diyas (looked like they were definitely made by her as those were small and kinda cute accomplished by using various colours to make them appear more attractive).

I sat down folding my legs and asked her the rate of one diya. She said ," Ek rupaye". I asked again with a shocking face, "Kitne?" , she said the same again, "Ek diya, ek rupaye".

I was thinking while collecting the money that one diya would definitely cost around 5 rupees but at the shop, what I heard made me sit still for a while until her elder sister came who was also looking not much in age (may be around 10-12 years).

I asked for 10 diyas and then my eyes went over a small utensils-set , Mitti-ke-bartan and I was gone in that time when I used to buy them every year in Diwali and played mostly all the day. Without any second thought, I bought one, cost 10 rupees.

Then, I straighten my legs and made my way back to home.

But, while walking, I saw a man selling Gas-wale-Gubbare (again that unreachable and unforgettable memories crossed by mind's path), I went towards that man, asked for the cost of one Balloon, and bought one of rupees 5. I was happy after buying that , then made my walk back towards that small shop , went near to that girl whose mother was now sitting with her.

I went near , they asked what I wanted to buy and then without any thought or any other gesture, I made myself bend a little ,gave that balloon to that little Pal wishing, "Happy Diwali!", and I just got melted right at that moment by that smile which came on that girl's face looking a little bit confused about what just happened. I handed her that balloon saying," chhodna mat udh jayega!!!". Her mother looked at me with a smile. 

After noticing the smiling face of that girl, and taking the smile over my face which she had offered me after getting that balloon, I came back to my house.

I lit those diyas near that Bel-ka-pedh which is right in the middle in my house.

The charm of the place in that night time due the lightning was worth it. I was happy, very happy!

Note: Good and happy incidents are suppose to be shared.

Thank you for reading.

~Newly Risen Sun