After ages, I spent a substantial amount of time manning a stall. It was fun. Why? Because there I was, sitting in the heat, in the open, convincing hostile people– believing in a cause that I truly understand to be my own. This is the joy of activism, the magic. This is why I volunteer, to know that I am a part of real social change, that the process of transformation can actually transcend just the mere theoretical and rhetorical. That I can teach and connect to people who understand only what directly affects them, who do not necessarily argue on the plane of paradigm shifts and systemic changes– but whose signature is a seal of loyalty, a sign that I have communicated with them and to them what really matters.