Everyone from the simplest gypsy to the proudest magnate, from the innocent child to the serene saint, should take a bath with oil and water and be happy. This is the boon prayed for by a mother when her son, who was a real naraka, to the world at large, was being killed by Sri Krishn. ‘Let the happiness of every creature in the world be the compensation for the grief caused to me by the death of my son,’ was her prayer.
Deepavali has emanated from two hearts in which happiness of the world at large outweighed the lightest pitch of personal calamity. Nothing can be nobler than this last wish of the dying demon, and more so, the prayer of a bereaved mother.