Here I am. A man of 53 years. Brought to tears by a simple song.There were many tears in our lives that year.Sure, I can write about the neighborhood....The boys and girls running around and playing until dark was coming. Carefree and no worries about strangers lurking in the shadows. They were there. They just hadn't visited our lives yet.No, I will write about the night my mom was done. She packed all of us kids up. Put us into the car. We were leaving. The sins of the father had pushed her to. It was a good place to part ways. It was far enough from the South Walk so that they’d have no reason to ask why I was going there, yet close enough so that I wouldn’t have to spend the rest of the night traveling on foot. It was close enough as well to condominiums like the Escalades, places that were all prim and proper, that aided to quell suspicions. That and it was a public place, one where I could hide in the midst of the people, even if it was a late hour, it was never completely empty.. ‘I’ve missed you.’ ‘Just get in the car.’ She said. Jack walked around to the other side of the car and got into the passenger seat, he watched as she got in enjoying the fact she was wearing a short skirt. He loved how she dressed for work, it made him feel good to see her in nice clothes and make up. Even though most of the time when he saw her while visiting Kevin she did not wear much makeup. ‘Jack you can not show up to my work like this again.’ She said firmly. ‘Sorry.’ He said. ‘We need. I couldn’t ask for her cell no as she was also a guest accompanied by her younger sister and one friend. So this nain mataka ended on a frustrating note for me.But I was obviously looking up to the future ceremonies. Time passed by and the band baaja baraat function came, n like before, I left no stone unturned to prepare for the function, bought impressive perfumes and after shave to leave a mark on my dream girl.Finally I saw her at the wedding wrapped up in an orange shade seductively clad.