Small Business, Big Energy

Imagine This

It’s 11:30 a.m. on a Friday, and the office looks different. 

Desks have turned into stalls. 

People are walking in with tote bags, cake boxes, coolers, and trays - lifting, arranging, setting up their displays like seasoned sellers. You see a roll-up banner decorated with fairy lights, a chalkboard with a juice menu and QR codes all taped up.

The usual hum of keyboards has turned into chatter, laughter, and the sound of, “Aye, scissor hai kya?”

Everywhere you look, there’s a story: a 7-year-old confidently explaining the ingredients in her chocolates, a teammate selling her hand-designed diaries like a pro, a jar of homemade ice cream sweating in the Mumbai heat, but still managing to sell out.

Because maybe that’s what Diwali does, it makes you pause long enough to remember the joy of making something from scratch. Of selling something that’s yours. Of sharing a small piece of your world with everyone else’s.

And suddenly, it’s not just “Small Business Day.” 

It’s people showing up as more than their job titles. 

It’s the small gestures and homemade efforts that carry their families’ stories, the pride, the late nights, the recipes passed down, the work that built it all.

By 4 p.m., the stalls are half-empty. Someone’s calculating profits in their ‘Notes’ app. Someone else is using leftover juice bottles as mixers for the Diwali party later that evening. The office smells like sugar, tape and way too much happiness.

It’s easy to forget, in the rush of everything we build for others, that at our core, we tingsters are just people who love to create. 

And maybe that’s what Small Business Day was. Not an event. Not a sale. 

Just a reminder that the light we talk about every Diwali? We don’t just decorate with it. 

We make it.