Intoxicated by possibility

Happy Diwali?

Traveling from Bengaluru to Mysuru post-Diwali, I see, the celebrations haven’t died.

In a small Government school, I see the bright, cheerful faces of schoolchildren being treated to a small, yet colorful display of flower-pots. The joy on their faces - unforgettable.

Half an hour later, amidst crackers on either side of the road, an ambulance whizzes past our car, blaring it’s blue lights and horn. The anxiety on the relatives’ faces - unforgettable.

Diwali/deepavali or not, we continue to be riders on the storm, riding the highs and lows of life.

Hope this Diwali brightened up more faces than it did otherwise.