It was Diwali night. Returning home on the rickshaw from my friends' house, after feasting on mouth-savouring sweets & a bloaded stomach, I noticed the 'kalava' on the old rickshaw-wala's hand.
"Bhaiyya, Diwali mubarak! Did you have some sweets?" The pale look on the poor man's face told it all.
Stopping the rickshaw on the side of the road, seeing the man having his first meal on the day of festivity, with tears rolling down his cheeks, was the most gratifying moment of the year 2016 for me.