One and a half month before Diwali Diwali! Diwali! Is a shout every where Sounds like a name of explosion Not sure what explodes My pressure or panic disorder Balconies and terraces All filled with rags and tatters From poor to rich all busy In cleaning businesses How am I to be left behind! Indeed I am a front runner To be not left behind Finishing my work last Though is a different issue But i finish it no matter how! So now comes our Diwali And i instead of being busy With pujas and sweets i am fast asleep exhausted Happy with my half marathon win Here enters my fight very tough With bonuses and maids threatening Fuelling; if not enough Is their month long holidays Lo, what a blow! here my heart miss a beat not once but many say for a month it skipped and skipped till my maid and servant returned Seeing a chaos and grumbling scenario a silent spectator of the whole show had hidden his face behind not today’s but yesterday’s paper only to avoid flames of the inferno when my maid was back on work first person to see and smile was the face behind the paper which was today out like a sun smiling after a long hide out from the clouds