'Where's the boy today?' the ironing walah asks me.
It is usually Pavan's job to get the ironed clothes.
'He has gone to Delhi. For Diwali.' I reply.
'Oh, you didn't go?' he asks.
'New job, no. Wont get leave.' I crib.
'And brother? He also gone?'
'Yes, Papa also gone.'
'So sad. Very sad.' he sympathizes, as he hands over the clothes.
Walking back home, my cell busses. It's a friend.
'Hi sweetie.... You are all alone on Diwali?...Why didn't you go with your family?' she asks, after the preliminaries.
'Come on, I need a Diwali break yaar. Some time to be with myself, to reflect, to meditate...'
'Man, you are a very different type of person. I really admire you...'
As I open my door, the cell comes to life again. Its mom.
'Happy Diwali, Ai.' I say.
'Happy Independence week, shona!' she says. I laugh. You can fool the world, but you can't fool mother dear.