Something happened a few days back, I need to write about it lest I forget.

I had gone to a cousins wedding and during the baraat procession something nice and heartwarming happenned.

My son who has till date never ever enjoyed loud music or lotsa people because of his learning disabilities was quite taken in by the dance and the drums... It was the first time I saw him enjoy the very loud beats of the drums and though his movements were largely uncoordinated, the sincere honesty of his joy pierced me and made me want to cry out aloud... Not in misery, not in pain, not even in relief of seeing him do somehow something I did not expect but just in a moment of shared happiness that a father feels for his son....

That one moment meant a lot more to me than some of the other joys that have come my way...

Go, take on the world....