Last day of 2012 was filled with globs of small acts. Plant a cashew tree, write a poem on a mobile, wake up at 5AM to decorate the path to meditation hall, leave tea on at the doorsteps for those who usually make tea for others, articulate notes of gratitude for unsuspecting folks, share-forward 100 "Five Star" cabdburys and many other sweets, spend the day in silence, fast, hug trees, take a vow for a personal practice for 30 days, the list went on and on. By early evening, many of us gathered to spend the night in the "shoes of another brother" (and sister). Audrey went with a vegetable seller, Yash went with a fellow who runs a tea stall, Dipa went with a rag picker, Anita went with an old lady infected with AIDS, Sunny with rickshaw driver, Akash with a janitor, and so on. Everyone lived in the slums, so we stayed with them at night to build a relationship and then spend the morning helping them do whatever they do. I also joined (at the home of a security guard) and within just 12 hours, we all profoundly felt like a family and I learned so much. Stories are still unfolding, but Akash just shared on the ServiceSpace feed: "Last day of the year ..... First day of me in this world." When I glanced at the mirror this morning, I noticed that I had about 50 mosquitoe bites on my forehead alone and I smiled knowing that mosquitoes had a grand celebration too. :) Happy New Year, with lots of gratitude, to all!