Captivated by the Flame
Maya: "Arjun, pass the rangoli colors! I want the bright pink!"
Arjun: "Wait, Maya! Look at this diya. The flame is dancing."
Maya: "Arre, we have to finish before Paati comes. Stop staring at the candle."
Arjun: "I can’t. The light is so tiny but it’s glowing like a star on the floor."
Maya: "You didn’t even hear me. You’re just… stuck there!"
Arjun: "I’m not stuck. My eyes don’t want to move. It’s like the flame is pulling them."
Maya: "Pulling your eyes? You’re just sitting cross–legged and ignoring me."
Amma: "What’s happening here? The diyas are ready, but the rangoli is half–done."
Maya: "Arjun forgot everything. He just keeps staring at that silly diya."
Arjun: "It’s not silly, Amma. Look, the light is dancing on the marigolds. They look like they’re wearing crowns."
Amma: "You got lost in it, ah? The whole house is busy, and you can see only that one tiny flame."
Maya: "Like when I watch those dance videos and don’t even hear you calling me for dinner."
Arjun: "Yeah… like that. The flame captivated me, just like your dance videos do to you."
Maya: "Hmm. Okay, mister captivated. Let the diya dance in your head later."
Amma: "First, let’s finish this rangoli before Paati rings the bell."
Maya:captivated the moment she sees it." "Come on, Arjun. Help me make a pattern so pretty that Paati gets
Arjun: "Deal! Hand me the pink. This time, the rangoli will do the captivating."