The truth is many of us stand where Nishi and Vinod did. No, you do not stand on the outskirts of a forest with your whole farm about to go up in flames and all your savings. And quite a few of your farm animals in danger. For how gather all the fool chicken, how call all the cattle back, how call all the cats in trees, the wandering dog from the other hill... But many of us stand before wildfires... Wildfires of a mother’s tongue asking us to sleep with her new partner and driving us to dark places beyond suicide. Wildfires of debt that grew from lakhs to crores backed by mafia dons with leering mouths. Wildfires of illness taking every moment away in a terrible storm of torment.
Being mortal means this. A passing car can take your knee. Like it hit Boby. A passing illness can take your career as it has done to Sunanda*. A leering grope by a husband’s relative can take your marriage as it did for Ranee*. A passing illness can take your mother. Your child. Your mind. It can hit anytime, anywhere. You are sitting pretty on the top of the mountain and a phone call from home sends you crashing. You come home early and open a door and your world falls apart... You go out and open the post box and... You...
Being mortal means... that death, time, space, matter will one day twitch our chain... and we will stand with Nishi in that terrifying place as wildfire sweeps towards us... You healers, you seekers know this...
And as you stand with nothing in your hands, remember as Nishi did... HE stands with you... SHE stands with you... They stand with you... We stand with you...
And the wind can change. Rain can come. Fire stop.