I lived the day

There were days when you sat down and pondered on the worthiness of your existence. There were days when you met hapless souls with lesser or no means of existence and you ignored them completely. There were days indeed when you really wanted to help them but you felt so helpless and so useless. I remember the picture of a wealthy man's kid with a candy in hand walking through a street full of urchins who had little means to protect them. I always used to be that kid with the candy, who never cared to find out how to help.

Then there came this day, this function, where there were a bunch of ebullient blind girls who conquered the audience with their bhajans. I had to tell my friend who sang a bit earlier, "you lost your limelight to the energy and spirit of those girls". Her nod gave the answer. At their lunch I was encouraging these girls to finish off their meals. There was one particular girl who asked me in her refined english where I was from. When she got her answer she said "Kerala is a beautiful place,sir", and she went on to finish off her friend's ice-cream. That was the simplest way to put a smile on someone's face. Most people wouldn't know that. But she knew. Therein lies her greatness. And then there was the ceremonial farewell, where my friend told me we'd get a 'bye' in a chorus. And we did get it.

This was the moment of immense gratification. I rediscovered freedom on the 61st independence day. The sense of fulfilment is beyond words.I lived the day where I found joy.