Take Cover

So Diwali is over.

It seems like every firework ever made cheaply in China has exploded within 6 inches of my ears over the past weekend. Moving around on Friday without drivers was easier than expected due to cunning use of pool drivers. Not exactly the great feat of independence I promised you but we did have rather a large amount of booze to port around Gurgaon and decided to spare the cycle rickshaw drivers from their heavy burden.

The streets were filled with kids setting off bangers. One mate described how she saw a car drive over a lit banger and was about to shout 'hit the deck' as she had visions of the petrol tank going up. Fortunately it fizzled out without calamity. We ended up on the roof terrace of a friend's house to watch the firework show. It was incredible. From every direction from every second fireworks shot up. No concept of organised display, just a barrage. We had one eye on the sky in case any wayward rockets rained down on us. We were right to be cautious; one did fall on our roof just behind us.

I also had more reason to be cautious. It's been a while since I have been over-taken by my natural clumsy tendancy. While rushing around the roof, I tripped over a water pipe and did a spectacular faceplant. My head missed the wall by millimetres and I ended up merely scraping my eyebrow and skinning and bruising both knees like a rogue toddler. Ouch.