It’s Diwali, the festival of lights. On my first Diwali in India, an honorary Auntie (not an actual relative, but a woman older than me) welcomed me into her Maharashtra home. We exchanged small gifts and Indian sweets wrapped in thin silver paper. We all dressed up and lit fairy lights to welcome the Lakshmi, ...
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