It was getting dark. Raghu watched the sky painted with all those bright colors. He loved Diwali. Especially those 'rockets', as they went 'whoosh!'
He stood outside the house where they lived years back. A couple and their little son cleared the porch to burn the crackers. He smiled.
"Careful Vivek," The father warned. Vivek nodded happily and continued making circles with the sparklers.
Raghu walked through the gate. Ten years ago, if he'd been careful enough, he'd be here in flesh and blood, enjoying the festival with his parents. They'd left the house soon after his fatal fall from the terrace, trying to duck a neighbor's 'rocket'. He should've listened to his dad and kept away from the parapet. Well...
He noticed Vivek was looking at his parents, the sparkler flame about to reach his finger. He quickly reached out and pushed the sparkler away from his hand.
Happy Diwali, friends. Just...be careful, ok? (Am gonna be away till Monday).