In 2004, during my postgraduate studies at the University of Hyderabad, I had the privilege of sharing a unique experience with my fellow Mizo students. There were approximately 20 of us on campus, and that Diwali evening was an unforgettable occasion.
As it was a holiday, we decided to come together for dinner at the rented house of our senior, Mr. Taitea, a Ph.D. scholar, located in Pink Building, Sudarshan Nagar colony, Hyderabad. The house was a few miles away from our campus.
That Diwali evening was filled with excitement as we cycled down to Sudarshan Nagar. The prospect of gathering with our Mizo friends and savoring homemade Mizo cuisine, cooked by ourselves, was thrilling. Moreover, the break from our usual hostel food was a welcome respite.
As night fell, the surroundings transformed into a kaleidoscope of colors and sounds, with crackers and sparkling lights illuminating the neighboring areas. Some friends climbed to the rooftop to witness the breathtaking Diwali celebrations. I vividly recollect the Diwali lamp lights aglow in nearby houses, mesmerized by the grandeur of the festivities.
Being Mizo Christians, our thoughts naturally drifted to Christmas, which was approaching soon. With our semester nearing its end, we discussed booking tickets to return home after exams. The memory of those festive sounds and lights remains etched in my mind today.
We enjoyed a delicious dinner around 8 PM, which was a treat for students like me who often found hostel food unappetizing. Afterwards, we cycled back to campus, our lady friends seated comfortably on the back carriage seat.
The campus was alive with festive energy, and the food court area, affectionately known as Gops, was vibrantly decorated. Near the old tamarind tree beside the Chai shop, Radio Mirchi songs filled the air. Some friends indulged in zarda pan from Iqbal pan shop, owned by Jehangir's father.
Students and locals donned their finest attire, embracing the Diwali spirit. Others lined up at the PCO (Public Call Office), connecting with loved ones from afar. We gathered at Gopalji's shop verandah, sipping chai and engaging in lively discussions on academic topics, ranging from feminism, marxism and post-modernism etc.
As the evening drew to a close, we bid each other farewell, retiring to our respective hostels. That Diwali evening in Hyderabad remains a cherished memory. I hope my friends from those carefree days remain in good health and high spirits.
Even now in Lunglei, Mizoram, many memories come flooding back, and I am reminded of the joy of sharing that experience with my friends. I wish them all the best, and I hope they continue to live healthy and happy lives.
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