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Diwali

The frenetic pace of life during the 4 days of Durga Puja is followed by a period of stark lull, when people look forward to the festival of lights, Diwali.

Today was Diwali but it failed to enthuse me. Mani & folks had decided to veil the facade of our building with strings of multicolored lights . It looked very nice. A misdirected rocket launched from the street below headed straight towards me and exploded just 2 feet away. The escaping sparks didn't burn me though. It would have been a very different story had I failed to duck at the right moment. The careless guys below had conveniently fled to escape our wrath!

Well, danger was all around. You should see how dangerously some people play with fire. I saw yet another rocket narrowly missing the door of an apartment and hitting the wall instead. And it was very apparent that the guys were in no mod to learn to be cautious. The crackers were sometimes too noisy and painful on the ears. And if I complained, who would listen?

I sent SMSes to my friends and my Nokia sent me confirmation messages in reverse order (it uses a stack). Antara & Saurabh actually called back. Correction...Antara called twice and twice did I miss hearing my mobile ring, so deafening was the noise outside. So I had to call her back. Mani & friends snapped more than 20 photos. I refused to have mine taken, and I won't reveal the reason behind it. Had some sweets, downloaded some music, did some reminiscing and smelt the air of burnt crackers (I love it). A sedate Diwali this.

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