I didn't know that Wednesday was a public holiday because of Deepavali until Wednesday itself. That morning, I noticed things were quieter than usual. The hustle and bustle signaling the beginning of another another busy day was absent. It was like a weekend but I know it was not a weekend. I only realised it was Deepavali day when I switched on the TV. Anyway, that's life in retirement. The different days, weeks or months don't mean a thing anymore. Everyday is a Sunday.
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