A mother lives her life once again with her child. Today, I played different games with Era. I play with her every day but today was a bit different. She made me dance on the tunes she created hitting empty oil can. To those who know how bad I am at dancing, more interesting fact is, I was dancing on the terrace. Yes, open terrace. I hoped no one was watching from their terrace. After each dance, I was rewarded with hug and finally upon completion of the program, she bought me toffee, lollipop and ice cream. Don't be exclaimed about ice cream in winter, everything was 'acting wala' bought from an imaginary shop on the piled bricks. On 18th this month, when I attended the annual function at her school, my mind travelled back to school days. Watching those little children perform dance on songs dedicated to the nation / soldiers was too emotional. 'Yo ho mero pran bhanda pyaro, maitighar maitighar maitighar' was ringing on my head all through the