45 minutes of standing in front of the mirror pumping myself up…’come on Moti u can do it!’, ‘Sava lakh naal ekk ladava!’ with the Zikr playing in the background…I am still quivering. 2013 plays on my mind, repeatedly. You can imagine how I spent my night. To lose all your friends in a sweep and be ostracised in a way, that will forever, make me weary of humans in general, leaves a lasting impression.

But these are gentler times, the kismat has paltoed and these are times to rejoice. ‘Nache bhi jo teri khushi me! Yaroon dosti’, I remind myself of the song we would sing, for some they were words, let’s see if they were just words to me.