Today is Children’s Day. I celebrate it because all of us are children. Everyone is someone’s child, even if everyone may not be a mother or son, daughter or dad. I celebrate it for the enduring and endearing qualities of children that we may have lost on our way to adulthood: The qualities of trust and forget-and-forgive-ness, of simple joys and sporadic sorrows that don’t sully the psyche; the qualities of imagining a world in a pail of sand and finding fun in blowing bubbles. I celebrate the day, not for the memory of the man as a tribute to whom India honoured it with a festive tag, but for the pleasure of re-living the memories of innocence and searching for the child within.