Diwali was almost as fabulous as I’d wished for it to be. Father came around eventually and on chotti diwali for the first time in nine years, the workers in the factory were given mithai. Though he did sit in his office and left the distribution to Mom and I, it was a huge deal for everyone ( which obviously meant some tear shedding). I guess it will take Dad the longest time, to get over his son’s loss.
Got a surprise call from my Go To friend, Ocean, who I’m always pleased to hear from. Now let me introduce you to him. Ocean is like a character from a Bollywood film something akin a Sanju Bhai or a Sallu Bhai. He’s a proud, loud Rajput man who can scare the living daylights out of most people but who has a heart of gold. Though these days we hardly ever catch up, if I’m ever in any serious shit he’s the one who bails me out. He would do that for you too, even though you’re strangers.
Anyhow, the evening was spent with The Anonymous Aunty and The Night Rider. AA, picked us up and took us to Chandi Chowk .
At CC, I first stuffed myself with paranthas at Parathewale gali while the boys picked on their food. Then The Night Rider fed me jalebi with rabri while laughing about how I was going to eat the whole of Chandni Chowk, in a day. We said a very quick hello to God at Sheesh Ganj Gurudwara and then went to Kareem’s to eat some Burra, Chicken and our favourite phirni. My stomach had an orgy and was bursting at the seams by the end of it. Alot of arguing, laughing, dancing and teasing later, we said our goodbyes at a decent hour as I had to pack for my trip to Pushkar. But what a night it was!