I remember writing a poem (Read here) on her last birthday as a present , not to forget her favorite chocolate cup cake but what she did was something I would cleave to forever. It was around 12 and I was busy attending phone calls (One after the other). Everyone else was sleeping. I heard a steel sound in the kitchen but I did not care.Then came the surprise , "You don't want your cake ,Happy birthday " , she said. I was still on phone but just managed to get off it. She had made a fruit chat (putting anything and everything that was available ) , It had tomato ketchup sprinkled over it and a fork dug deep inside. I started eating it and then looked at her for once , "What happened , You don't like it? ",she asked. Warmth , Authority and Buzz , I could see everything in her eyes that day. I hugged her thereafter.
Without such subtle yet beautiful moments, Life would have lost it's charm.