My very own Aha moment...!!!

Language, food, culture, people may differ—but soul is soul any where in the world.

It was a blistering afternoon. I was sitting at the edge of a hill eating lunch and eavesdropping on the exhausted urdu-speaking 7 year old and frazzled english volunteer: a favorite family game, Suddenly, as I was savoring a last bite of what looked like the now famous Chicken fold-over from McD's, I heard loud cackles of laughter coming from around the corner—laughter that roused me from my lazy afternoon trance like a jolt of espresso.
It was a laughter, loud and clear at top volume with unmistakably mischief filled glee.Looking over i searched for the source. Over the hill, pass the rubble.I see a pair of siblings.One holds off the edges of a ragged cloth and the little one sitting on it.It touched off memories of countless evenings when I a little girl and my brother, with cheeky smiles would run over to our secret playground and spend our time tumbling over moulds of dirt,making up rules of the games as we played along.
Oh how wondrous times!!!
So there it was, the music of my childhood, ringing out against the ruins of Balakot. Echoing through rubble filled streets that was just recently introduced to the tremors of absolute destruction.
I stood there momentarily lost in a mixture of amazement and confusion that must have shown on my face, because my friend patted my arm. "It's okay, B," she said, with the tone of exaggerated patience we get when others are slow on the uptake.
And in a flash, I realized a number of things:We are so much alike as we are different.Amazed at how self sufficient children can be. "It's better than okay," I said to my friend. "It's wonderful." And I closed my eyes and joined in the final chorus, rocking in the heart of the crowd as if I were still 9 years old,back home, at the playground.