Diwali is a festival of lights.
Arun was standing across the street watching children having fun.
He saw one of those kids take a rocket in his hands, light it and launch it in the air. Rest of the children started clapping!
Arun, walked across the street, pulled the kid away from others, slapped him hard on his face. Thrice!
Arun grabbed him by his neck, lifted him up and said,
"You try to act smart again, and I will launch you with these rockets !"
The kid was shocked, started crying. loudly.
The elders gathered all over the place.
"Who are you to tell my son, how to enjoy Diwali ? Dare you touch him again! Are you a psycho? He is just a kid!"
"Just a kid ? I see this kid of yours do it again, this society will have a kid less. Get it?", said Arun and walked away.
Kid's father wasn't wrong. Arun was kind of a psychopath. At least on Diwali nights.
For someone who was responsible for his mother's death on a Diwali night, it was a win that he didn't kill himself
He has never touched a cracker since that day. He goes to the orphanage down the street and brings new clothes, toys and sweets for kids there.
The smile on those faces, more than makes up of for the scars of the past. That is what a "Happy Diwali" means to him.
