Reflections, random
It was a Journey of Faith (JoF).
Most journeys are acts of faith.
A daily commute or a long-distance one, humans undertake movements that affirm the principle of belief. Belief in certain ideals.
The City of Concrete (CC) was all excited and discussing the new viral video of a man claiming to be the “Real Gandhi”.
Bizarre!
The dream woke him up with a start.
Such a dream will wake up any guy!
A shudder passed through him.
Dead of night—the howl of a stray dog added to the uneasiness. Was it a premonition? The Grim Reaper stared malevolently; neon sign lit up the urgent message on the billboard, at the interstate highway, his car waiting at the traffic signal, in New Delhi’s tri-junction at the Connaught Place:
When life itself seems lunatic, who knows where madness lies? Perhaps to be too practical is madness. To surrender dreams — this may be madness. Too much sanity may be madness — and maddest of all: to see life as it is, and not as it should be! — Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra, Don Quixote . […]
