In Limbo 2

  I am Ram. Who are you? Are you Ram too? Well, that makes two of us...an ♾️ of us Today is Diwali. Somewhere a son has returned home after an epiphaneous journey. Tears of happiness flow, prayers and gratitude rise in murmurs. Faces shine like gods'.  Today is Diwali. The brainfever kept announcing it with its crescendoing  whistle, and the sun with its golden brilliance. After the overcast monsoon skies, such days dazzle the being and invite it to partake in a pageantry of blessings,  seen and unseen.  Today is Diwali. The laptop is flaunting a brand new RAM.  It is now entitled to a fresh lease on life...an opportunity to prolong its raison-d'être before it is mangled and dumped in the landfill to pollute. Today is Diwali. The dancing sparks of light fill the air, shattering the darkness and touching us awake. Having meandered in and out of the labyrinth of Unconscious, we step into Light. We return home to ourselves, to the song of the wind and flowers, to the excited chatt

                    Early morning, driving through narrow pot-holed Tindivanam road in an old, rickety Ambassador always spelled home and the promise of a beautiful sunrise.  Tamarind trees with white bands on the trunks ran along the road, revealing its darkling contours, in little parcels of oohs and ahs. "They are protected by law. They will never be chopped," the driver told us. So innocent was his faith, so firm. A decade later we were driving on a six lane Tindivanam highway... " This beats New York's hwy-87 anyday, right darling?"  In no time, India had metamorphosed into a global powerhouse. Highways after highways piled up with mad drivers in a hurry to reach somewhere, anywhere where the roads would take them. In some cases, people protested against the indiscriminate clearing of green belts, be it towards landing of a VIP helicopter, building of a new mall,  extension of a metro line, or a bullet train! But, progress is a monster which devours everyth