There are countless hours of power cuts throughout the year. Evenings are usually dark and dismal. But then there is one night, the darkest of them all, when the city lights up. In that moment, we forget the darkness of the past and the numerable hours of load-shedding to follow in the coming days. We light the lamps, lit up the city and cherish the moment.
Let us enjoy the festival of lights. Let the lights reign over darkness. Happy Tihar.