Diwali in Deolali: Khushiyon ka Tyohaar

As a kid of the early 21st century, I grew up watching Cadbury Celebrations ads during the festive season. Since I never had a sister of my own and, due to our army background, we never stayed with our cousins during festivals, it was the other ad that connected with me more. The ad is where the son comes back home with a Cadbury box. Maybe because I have also seen paapa coming home for festivals during his field posting tenures. The sight of packed airports with domestic emigrants and desolate streets of megapolis weeks before Diwali serves as a subtle reminder of the incoming jubilation. An empty coffee shop on a weekend - an uncommon sight in Bangalore Kuch meetha ho jaaye Because of these beautiful reminders and personal transformation that I have undergone, Diwali holds a special place for me; more special than my birthday. & I don’t know how but every year, by the time Diwali arrives, everything (good or bad) starts making sense. I guess there is some subconscious thinki...