I see my mum lighting up candles and in that light I miss her face, which I can only imagine that could glow like a sun in a moonlit night. I wish it was another pair of hands lighting up our life. Another heartbeat that I could hear next to me whispering in my ear that she loves me, I would not even wait for Diwali to come, as each day we may not light candles but can certainly make each other’s face glow with all the love we had, giving all that we have. I see families out in neighborhood dressed up as festivities start and here I am leaving mum alone at home leaving for work, I know she in her heart misses me, misses me being happy. It’s funny that harder you smile the more broken you seem from inside. As this Diwali goes by I just wish that in this lifetime I get to spend one with her and make her see what the world would be and how beautiful it is when she is around. That she is just not another woman but a heartbeat for us, a heartbeat we need. Wishing with all that I have and nothing more, to just come and light up our life.