We landed on Diwalin night. The city was awake with firecrackers, music, lights and people everywhere. Nameeta was leaving to go to a puja(prayer) at midnight so we decided to join her. Didn't go to bed until 4 am and even at this hour the city was alive! Diwali is the festival of lights.
To laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of loved ones, to earn the appreciation of honest critics. To appreciate beauty; to find the best in others; to leave the world a little bit better whether by a healthy child or a garden patch; to know that even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded. - Ralph Waldo Emerson