THE WORLD OUTSIDE IS NOT A DANGEROUS PLACE
M any of us here, in Mumbai, got up from our sleep around 3 last night. For a very long time, we had never seen the kind of lightening we saw last night… It was incessant, blinding… Nor had we heard the kind of thunder we were pounded with, last night… It was deafening. It was pouring furiously… even the wind was merciless. I don’t remember getting up and checking my windows like this for a long, long time… My wife was fast asleep… I pulled the curtains and prayed in my heart, “God, have mercy on us!” Some thirty minutes or so later, the turmoil came to an end… We all went off to sleep. In the morning, when I described the incident to my wife, she was pleasantly surprised! When Nature turns violent – like in Florida (Hurricane Irma), Corpus Christi (Hurricane Harvey) or in St. Martin Islands… man knows what a futile act his blame-game can be… Who will he complain to? Who will he accuse or sue? Who will he turn for help to? However grave and sinist...