Diwali 2009, 6.30 PM: I am sitting in my room in New York City and sipping tea. You can’t burst crackers here. No houses around me are decorated with lights. No candles or diyas. To any observer it will be just another day. But, there is traffic in a different domain. Lot of texts are being exchanged, lot of phone calls to old, forgotten friends are being made. Lot of Diwali dinner invitations being sent. Ya, we are celebrating Diwali. Not out loud with crackers, but at our homes or at friends' homes – by gathering together, eating food and lighting some diyas. If it was not for my friends, I would not have cared to do anything this Diwali. But, I am getting a feel of it now. I am getting emotional about it.
