I love the way Divyanka cries.If only Raman had glanced at her when he was reacting about the bracelet and seen her crest fallen face ,her eyes well up with tears and her quivering shaky pouty lips he wouldn't have needed Mani's lecture, any further proof or had to make up a story to ask her rush to the park with Mihir's help.He would have just melted and they would have both enjoyed one of those happy days when the sun shines bright but doesn't scorch you and the trees sway in a gentle breeze which caresses you and the birds don't just warble but seem to chorus the song bursting in your heart.Just one of those days which has no head nor tail ,just one of those days which lets you just enjoy life-- no need to convince yourself to think positively or remind yourself about the thousand blessings you have. One of those days when you dont have to take solace and joy in the fact that there are many worse off than you.Just one of those happy days which comes without strings.A little bit of trust a little bit of faith,a moment's patience,counting ten before you blow your lid can save you from losing such a wonderful day