The Festival of Lights, and Gratitude

The frantic energy of Diwali week in Kanpur had finally subsided. The endless client meetings were done, the last of the orders shipped. As I sat in my quiet office on the evening of October 31st, 2025, the distant pop of firecrackers was the only thing breaking the silence. This year, however, I had one last, important celebration planned before heading home.

For the past five years, the backbone of my business has been my secretary, Anjali. She's the calm in every storm, the one who remembers everything from a client's child's name to the intricate details of a contract. This year, I wanted to acknowledge that her dedication is a light in my professional life, just as deserving of celebration as the diyas I would light at home.

I had asked her to stay back for a few minutes, and when she walked into my office, her expression was one of polite curiosity. Her eyes, however, widened in surprise when she saw the small table I had set up. On it sat two beautifully decorated boxes of sweets, a small, elegant Ganesha idol, and a single, unlit diya in a clay holder.

"Happy Deepawali, Anjali," I said, gesturing for her to sit. "I know we both have families waiting, but I couldn't let the day pass without thanking you for everything you do."

A genuine, warm smile broke across her face. "Sir, you didn't have to."

"I wanted to," I replied. Together, we lit the single diya. Its small flame flickered to life, casting a warm, gentle glow on our faces. It wasn't a grand puja, but in that quiet moment, it felt just as meaningful. We shared stories of our families' traditions—her plans for a big family dinner, my own memories of childhood Diwalis spent on a bustling Kanpur street.

I handed her an envelope and the larger box of sweets. "This is for you and your family. Your hard work doesn't go unnoticed, and I am truly grateful."

The gratitude in her eyes was more than enough thanks. As she left, wishing me a happy Diwali one last time, I looked at the lone diya still burning brightly in my office.

We often think of Deepawali as a festival reserved for family and close friends. But tonight, I realized its spirit of light and gratitude extends further. It's about acknowledging all the people who bring brightness into our lives, in ways big and small. Anjali is an indispensable part of my success, and celebrating with her was a poignant reminder that the brightest businesses are built on a foundation of mutual respect and appreciation.

This Deepawali, my celebration started not at my doorstep, but right here, in the heart of the world we build together every day.