दीपावली की रात

संध्याsandhya केke समयsamay जबjab सूरजsooraj ढलdhal रहाraha थाtha, रियाriya अपनेapne गाँवgaon पहुँचीpahuñchi.ⓘIn the evening as the sun was setting, Riya arrived at her village. वहvah कईkai सालोंsaalon बादbaad लौटीlauti थीthi औरaur सबsab पुरानाpuraana लगlag रहाraha थाtha — सड़केंsadaken, घरghar औरaur वहvah परिचितparichit महकmahak भीbhi.ⓘShe had returned after many years and everything seemed old—the streets, the houses, and even that familiar fragrance.

उसकीuski दादीdadi दरवाजेdarwaze परpar खड़ीkhadi थींthin औरaur मुस्कुरातेmuskurate हुएhue बोलींbolin, “आaa बेटाbeta, देखdekh कितनीkitni दिएdiye जलाjala रहेrahe हैंhain!”ⓘHer grandmother was standing at the door and said with a smile, “Come child, see how many lamps they are lighting!” रियाriya नेne देखाdekha किki पूरीpoori गलीgali रंगrang-बिरंगेbirange दियोंdiyon सेse चमकchamak रहीrahi थीthi.ⓘRiya saw that the whole lane was shining with multicolored lamps. दादीdadi नेne पुरानीpuraani कहानीkahani सुनाईsunaai — कैसेkaise रामraam अयोध्याayodhya लौटेlaute थेthe औरaur लोगोंlogon नेne दीपdeep जलाकरjalakar अंधेरेandhere कोko हरायाharaya थाtha.ⓘGrandmother told the old story—how Ram returned to Ayodhya and people defeated darkness by lighting lamps. रियाriya कोko अहसासahsaas हुआhua किki त्योहारtyohaar केवलkeval रोशनीroshni नहींnahin बल्किbalki स्मृतियोंsmritiyon औरaur रिश्तोंrishton कोko भीbhi जलातेjalate हैंhain.ⓘRiya realized that festivals not only kindle light but also memories and relationships.