“Don’t you know about Vicky bhaiya?” said my mom to me over the phone.
“No,” I replied. “What happened?”
“He died... by suicide”
A long pause followed. It felt strange... surreal... to learn that Vicky bhaiya (name changed), our next door neighbour, with whom we would compete every Diwali for the quantity of crackers burnt, was gone. Later, I came to know that he’d swallowed rat poison. Right after consuming it, he called up his parents, who had gone to Punjab for a wedding, and said, “Maine kuch kha liya hai.. Aap log please aa jao (I have eaten something, please come soon.”
By the time the family came, it was too late. It’s been three years... but regret still consumes them. My brother tells me they don’t celebrate Diwali anymore.
Earlier this week, when news broke of Mac Miller, Ariana Grande’s ex-boyfriend dying of drug overdose, many jumped in to blame Grande for his death.

