Parvati used to love Diwali. Dressing up beautifully, the delicious spicy food and of course the loud and dazzling fireworks. And of course it was better because Padma was there. It was their favourite festival.
But, then the War came.
It scarred her face beyond repair. Now, she wasn't beautiful.
It left her with internal injuries. Now, she couldn't eat her favourite food.
It left her with a fear of loud noises. Now, every crack frightened her.
And, it took her sister. Her best friend. Now, she was alone.
Diwali was no longer her favourite. It just reminded her of everything she lost.
