“Happy Diwali.” Vermajee pushed a box of Soan Papdi towards me. I looked at the box, then at him. “Soan Papdi?” “Circulating and forwarding sweets with best wishes,” he said, straight-faced.I accepted it. Not because I particularly wanted Soan Papdi, but because refusing a box of sweets from Vermajee during Diwali requires an explanation.