The Sparkling Wish

Veeru stared at the old lamp he had found in the corner of his dusty attic. With its intricate patterns and timeworn charm, it seemed out of place amidst the clutter of forgotten ornaments and cobwebbed shelves. Festivals had a way of drawing the family to the attic to hunt for decorations, but this year, Veeru had decided to explore a bit further. *** "What’s this doing here?"*** he wondered aloud. He gave it a gentle rub—just as he had seen in countless tales—and to his utter astonishment, a wisp of smoke fizzled out, revealing a tiny sprite: wings aglow with hues of Diwali lamps. She couldn’t have been bigger than his thumb, with fiery eyes and a cheeky grin. “Hello there! I’m Choti,” the sprite chirped, flitting around his face, leaving luminescent trails in the air. Veeru gaped at her in awe, feeling like he had stumbled into one of his favorite bedtime stories. “Can you... can you really grant wishes?” “Just one summer's worth of wishes,” she replied, twirling in the glow from the attic window. “And it has to be during Diwali.” Veeru's heart raced as he thought about what he could wish for. He dreamt of toys that could fly, mountains of sweets, or a spectacular fireworks display just for him. But at the back of his mind, he remembered his family's Diwali tradition of sharing and the joy in spreading happiness. “Well, what will it be?” Choti pressed, a twinkle in her eye. Veeru paused, thinking hard. Then, with a newfound clarity, he said, “I want everyone in my town to feel truly happy this Diwali. Could you do that?” Choti’s delighted laugh echoed through the attic, “What a big wish for such a small sprite! But yes, Veeru, we'll try.” With a wink, she led him outside. Together, they soared above the town, a whirl of vibrant colors against the setting sun. Unseen to others, Choti weaved through window frames, flitting about in laughter. To parents stressed with preparations, she whispered stories of laughter, reminding them of childhood. To lonely grandmothers, she gave warmth in their hearts, triggering joyous memories. In homes where worry silenced laughter, she left trails of sweet smells, sparking nostalgia and smiles. Where arguments brewed, she sprinkled essence of understanding, calming minds and softening hearts. Cake and feasts tasted richer, not just with flavors but with laughter echoed around tables, shared stories as glowing flames flickered. As the evening deepened, Veeru flew over the town, marveling at the liveliness below. Choti had painted the town in emotions that shimmered more brightly than any firework display. “You did it, Choti!” Veeru exclaimed, his heart brimming with warmth. Choti settled on his shoulder, looking out at the glowing town. “I think we did it, Veeru. Maybe kindness lingers and lights up perfect Diwali spirit.” Just then, they heard his mother calling him for dinner. “You should go,” Choti said, giving his nose a gentle tap. “Will I see you again?” Veeru asked, hopeful yet knowing the answer. “Diwali is my special time,” Choti replied softly, “until next year.” With one last spin, she disappeared back into the lamp. That evening, as Veeru joined his family downstairs, the festival felt different. It was not just the lights nor crackers nor sweets, but the fresh realization that real magic lies in little kindness sparked among people. With that, Veeru knew true the magic of Diwali had been more than wishes—it was about bringing people closer together.