Light And Love

Here I am, a rich, glittering adornment in this home. I love to dress up and am happy that my owner knows and fulfills my desires, mostly on special occasions.

But I wasn’t always like this. Just a few years ago, I jostled for space and attention in the cramped metal factory outlet located on the nondescript streets of Kumbakonam, a temple town in Tamilnadu. When this kind couple entered the shop, it was a relief that I matched their expectation and they took me home. But the relief was short-lived.

The owner died young and suddenly. A grey cover of gloom enveloped the household. I lay forgotten in a corner. The lady of the house was busy grappling with unforeseen grief and responsibilities. How would I be a priority? I could see through the tough situation. But I so badly wanted things to change. I surreptitiously tried my best to bring in new rays of positivity and glory of the yesteryears. I put on my best smile always, in the natural and diffused lighting of the room.

My efforts bore fruit. After two years, my lady realized my worth in the home.  I was dusted and polished to my present beauty. My companion, Ganesha, was adorned with scented blooms. Perfumed ‘diyas’ were placed on my heart. It glowed with happiness and pride at being loved.

I am elated on being the sole object that dispelled darkness from my family’s life. Well, that’s what I am for!