For whom the bell tolls?
Well, the bell tolls for us all, but there are only a few who find music in it. Distinctively different from the hoard of humanity, people like Pratima Devi, Sardar ji and Hanuman belong to this rare species.
In a profession which makes him see death too close for comfort (searching cadaver at the bottom of the Naini lake) Hanuman strums all the right notes to the melody that life can be. His family extends to the gentle giant Roxy, amiable Beti who knows how to shake hands, the friendly Chutki and the oldest of the pack aptly named Amma.
As our little tea party of glucose biscuits and tea matured, the Mall road abuzz with tourists again. They didn’t see me. I didn’t see them.
The world is quiet here and yet it is not that hard to know for whom the bell tolls…