Early this morning, temple bells rang out in the distance, a special arati to the God seated in his seven horse- drawn chariot that traverses the vast heavens. In the distance the canopy of a young banyan glistened, swayed and opened up to the touch of morning light.
You zoom in and out, trying to focus so as to get the arch of the curve over the entrance just right, the afternoon light like a warm golden carpet upon the granite steps. You overhear a young boy on a bike advising a young earnest girl on her first job, do’s, don’ts and musts, its all you can do to keep from grinning like a fool. You visit the dept after two decades, and a senior now on the faculty recognizes you, “ austere!”, she instantly says.