It was the first day of Diwali, Ditiya was in London, and she was in love.
Ditiya had been seeing this guy, Neil, for a few months now, but it took her some weeks to decide that it was love. She had never experienced something like that, for something so bright and so passionate to appear seemingly out of thin air.
One summer night the bus was rather full Ditiya found one empty seat and sat by the window. Her face was pressed against the bus window as she watched the vibrancy of the city.
He got on and sat beside her.
She saw him, of course, out of the corner of her eye. He was the most attractive man but they were seat-mates in public bus and they rode along. Ditiya could any time recall their first date when he took her to a Hackney city farm, which of course had free entry and then
