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Diwali, the celebration of light's victory over darkness. The time when Sita's namesake returned to her people with her arm in the gentle touch of Rama, her husband.
It was one of her favorite holidays. Mostly because of the decorations and beautiful lights the flooded the Curry Cow, but also because it was one the the few holidays that she was able to spend with the community at large, just be being in the restaurant.
Her grandparents made a point of keeping The Cow open for Diwali, just so that those that could not have their own celebrations had a place to come and pay their respects to Lakshmi and to the light that continued to bring them hope every day. This, of course, meant the The Curry Cow was much busier than normal. The voices of people having fun carrying over the gathered bodies and filling the air with so much joy that Sita felt like she would burst from it all.
As it stood, she was helping her Grandmother wait the tables, moving from guest to guest in a sari that was better suited for the ball than a waitress. It was only accented by the turquoise and gold necklace she wore at her throat and the shimmering gold earrings that accompanied it.
She stopped at each table before she took note of new bodies standing a the door to be seated. She Lifting a hand to wave and grin, even though her vision did not help her see whom it was exactly. "Be right there!" her voice tried to reach their ears, but she made haste with her actions as well, trying her best not to trip of the hem of her attire.
"Welcome to The Curry Cow! May Lakshmi's blessings be upon you all. Shall I find you a seat?"
