Lakshmi and the Clay Lamp
One little lamp, one dark lane — and what happens to a light when you share it.
It was the night of lamps. Lakshmi looked down from the sky. She loved this night best of all. But one small lane was dark. Not one lamp. Not one light.
In that lane lived a girl named Asha. Asha had one clay lamp. Just one. She lit it and set it on her doorstep. It made a small warm circle of light.
Next door, old Nani had no light at all. Asha looked at her one little lamp. "Come," she said. She tipped her flame to Nani's lamp. Now there were two lights. And Asha's lamp was just as bright as before.
Nani gave her light to the boy next door. The boy gave his light to the baker. The baker gave hers to the potter. Light, and light, and more light — all the way down the lane.
Lakshmi came down to see. She walked along the warm and glowing lane. She smiled at every doorway. "A light does not grow small when you share it," she said. "It only grows wider."
A light does not grow small when you share it. It only grows wider.
About this story
An original Balakatha story, written to match this god’s values.
