There are some moments in your life that leave you desperately grasping for the right words to describe it. Last Saturday was one such day. A month and a half worth of excitement, anticipation poured into that one moment of Team India's glory of lifting the World Cup. People were out on streets, complete strangers wishing each other, shaking hands, smiling incessantly. I have never seen Delhi like this, in fact, I have never seen my country like this. I should probably not say anything else. I should probably stay at a loss of words. There is no way I can even begin to explain what went down on the streets and in our hearts.