Homework would be done in candle light, bucket baths taken, food would be prepared by gas stove and candle light, Reynolds pens would be systematically melted into devious shapes in the candle flame, and the general state of the nation would be bemoaned until the lights flickered back on.
The return of the shed load was a visceral experience in itself. First the incandescent bulbs would flash on as eyes would widen in joyous surprise, then the fan would be heard cranking up before its soothing breeze was felt and this brought a quieter satisfaction, and the feeling was still meditative. Then, last but not least was the tubelight flickering on, bringing with it its telltale breed of cold reality, and it was business as usual (again)...
Laxmi: Wow, good fun? How did it happen yaa?
Sushmita: By candle light!
Laxmi: Oooo, how romantic, I didn't take him for the romantic type I say... were the candles his idea or yours?
Sushmita: Umm. Load shedding.