:In the bustling multicultural city of Toronto, there lived a young boy named Aarav. His parents had moved from India before he was born, and while they tried to keep their culture alive at home, Aarav often felt more Canadian than Indian. With Diwali approaching, Aarav felt a mix of excitement and disconnect. The festival of lights was vivid in his memories through the stories his grandparents shared, yet he felt it was just another story, not a part of his reality.One afternoon, while exploring the attic, Aarav stumbled upon a box filled with old, dusty clay lamps—diyas that his grandmother had brought from India. Each diya was delicately painted with intricate designs, whispering stories of celebrations from years past. His curiosity piq ...