The festival of lights.. It came and went.  It means a lot of things to a lot of people.. To the street dogs and cats,  it’s a nightmare that unceasingly comes to visit them annually!  To me,  it meant an extended weekend,  good food (courtesy the Diwali dinner hosted by my landlord),  crackers bursting at ear-splitting noise-levels,  a phone inbox full of messages by people who have not messaged,  called or even emailed in ages and a bit of nostalgia,  remembering the Diwali celebrations from my childhood.   Here are a couple of photographs.   Night time + antiquated mobile phone camera = grainy photos,   but I guess pictures do convey a lot,  so here they are,  for your consideration!




A Diwali reveller getting into the act on a typically smoky and paper-ridden street.




A ‘color-shot’ lights up the night sky.  Guess I got the timing just right.



A squib does to the ground what the ‘color-shot’ did to the sky.