I heard somewhere that having a child fall asleep in your arms is the best feeling in the world. I experienced it today.
I was tired, and gloomy. Some of my own past mistakes were haunting me, some of the mistakes humanity was presently committing were making my head throb. I took some chai but sadly it made no difference to my headache.
And then, as I sat there staring despondently into nowhere, my little brother came to me and climbed up into my lap.
I don't know what it was. The warmth emanating from his minuscule figurine, the grasp of his tiny fingers around mine, or just the purity of his existence, that all my dejection was turned into hope.
It was one of those moments, of ordinary miracles, of everyday magic.
Thank you Abdul-Rehman, for curing me of my headache. :)