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She just pulled another green leaf from the stack, slid it across the wooden plank, and said: “Dekh. Watch my hands.”

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It tasted of nothing. And yet, it tasted of everything. It tasted of the well her great-grandfather had dug. It tasted of the monsoon rain that had filled it last week. It tasted of her mother’s faith, a faith so absolute it could turn tap water into holy water. She just pulled another green leaf from the

She lit her diya . She placed it on the windowsill, next to her brother’s crookedly fixed bulbs. She did not open the laptop. And yet, it tasted of everything

As she hung the last bulb on the marigold garland draped over the doorframe, her phone buzzed. A work email. A client in London needed a report by midnight. Her jaw tightened. The old stress returned.

Her mother appeared, wiping her hands on her saree pallu. She didn’t ask about the email. She pointed to the lotah . “The water’s been offered. Take a sip before you light your lamp.”

But this morning was Diwali. And for the first time in three years, she was going home.