sweet tears

it was a day of tears. all day long i had been thinking how someone's tears can make you weaker and was at the same time thinking of ways to convey the message with a twist .. (more on tht later ;)) .. something like the onions u put in my lunch are bad for my health ..  but then i realised, that tears actually made me stronger. my tears, the result of my tribulaions, the overcoming of my fears. i never cried when Mumbai shook. but i did cry when i learnt tht Mumbai stood rock solid. i cried tears of joy. Thanks John bhai for reposing my faith. i am an even stronger believer now. for all that has been going on a round me, it was very easy to loose faith but then there has always been liht at the end of the tunnel. no, the etars of joy dont taste sweet, i actually tasted them. but yes, its like that tv commercial which says that i derive my pride from the fact that i am righteous, tht i shouldered my responsibility when the need so arose. and thats what makes me different. an average daily commuter in Mumbai, may be one in crowd, but today in my opinion, that unknown Mumbaikar stands apart from the crowd. and i swell with pride when i think of this. Jai Hind !