When the power goes out I turn into Meena Kumari of Pakeezah, going around the house turning on candles. Can’t even begin to explain the joy I derive from the act of lighting candles. Go figure. And then by the time I am done, the light comes back. Total anti climax.
This lamp was hiding in the corner and got left behind. I was mesmerized by the multiplier effect it is bringing to the little tea light candle. Much like people in our lives. They can take an idea, an inspiration, an insight and apply their lens and add dimensions to it beyond what one can even imagine. And all it took was a tea light candle. May I always be the tea light candle no matter what I do 🙂