Flames dancing on the tips of earthen lamps. Diyas, or deeps. Deep, which gave the festival the name it is no longer known by– Deepavali.
Time was when cotton wicks soaked in vegetable oil threw the brightest light around. When a row of lighted lamps would catch the eye of even the most harried Goddess doing her rounds of the earth.
They still do. Incandescent bulbs may dispel the gloom much better, but earthen lamps still have a special charm which a LED tea-light can never match. And getting blown out in the breeze is only a part of it.