Every year, when Diwali comes, something changes in the air. The evenings start glowing with tiny lamps, the smell of sweets fills the lanes, and people’s faces light up in a way that words can hardly capture. Diwali is not just another festival; it is part of our soul as Indians. It brings back memories, stories, and the sense that good always wins in the end.
The name Deepavali comes from the Sanskrit words Deepa meaning lamp, and Avali meaning a row. So it literally means a row of lights. These rows of lights have been shining across generations to remind us that light always triumphs over darkness, and truth over falsehood.
Most people in India connect Diwali with Lord Rama’s return to Ayodhya after fourteen years of exile. When he defeated Ravana and came home with Sita and Lakshmana, the people of Ayodhya decorated the whole city with lamps. Imagine that joy an entire kingdom glowing in welcome. Even today, when we light our diyas, somewhere deep inside we are part of that same homecoming.


