Sundays at the park with AD.

Walking by the Boston commons late this afternoon, I got to do a lot of fun things:

a) Got scared out of my wits by a squirrel jumping on my bench.
b) Danced with a group of doped Jamaicans at a reggae party.
c) Chased by a dog from the frog pond till the tennis courts.
d) Caught up with AD after a month of missed calls, false promises, late night voice messages, SMSes, off-liners and emails.

I love AD. My best man, brother and comrade. One of the very few in the world who can reiterate what I think in his own inimitable panache. One who stood his ground, despite initial setbacks and came back in style. We go back a long way and we will go ahead further.