Come diwali whole of bombay seems to be transformed into a cheap, shady chinese restaurant. Dark, with red paper lanterns- perhaps a cheap (hence fashionable) excuse for light decorations for the season. The occassional christmas star breaks the monotony and manages to confuse the outsider with regards to the actual month.
A fortnight after the celebration of light and crackers, both still persist- former in the form of octopuses with hundred legs dangling outside every window, doorway and street crossing in small and large avatars with huge bellys and the latter as distant muted blasts and sudden lighting of the skies- a gentle assault of the senses in a systematic subconscious manner.