Dark green leaves swayed to the tune of the gentle breeze that blew. Of course, it was night and a Sunday, so it was dark all the more. Because of less traffic on the road, vehicular and human, a small shout seemed quite loud on the ears. An infant, enveloped in woollen clothes, was brought outside by an elderly gentleman, perhaps, his grandfather.

Firecrackers were being lit a few roads across mine. I couldn't pinpoint the exact location. Glitzy reds and greens exploded from rockets that brightened the otherwise ink-blue sky. The child looked up and searched the sky. I don't think that they could see it from the position at which they where standing. The old man and the child still had their eyes on the skies even after the noise died down.