You know it’s Diwali, when you find the creepiest corner of Moti Bagh village flooded with light. The narrow lanes, the darkness of which scares you the every general day, bears a new look, filled with color, yes this is Diwali. Even in the lonely streets, you find ‘Light’ shouting and screaming, reminding you of the fact, it’s Diwali. The poor lady down the lane has a smile, not because she is happy, because, it’s Diwali. Religious barrier fail, enemies talk and strangers celebrate together, and such is the impact, just because it’s Diwali. As I stream my way through the busy Ring Road, I see smiling faces. The traffic is just horrible, yet I find people not complaining. There is a mutual understanding. Let’s celebrate together, because, once in a while comes Diwali. Walking down the busy Chandani Chowk footpath, I see numerous faces. There is not even a sq inch land to stand. Everybody is in a hassle. We need the best sweets, best clothes, the best lights. In the sea of...