The list of what makes me happy is very short. In one line: a cluster of words and the expression of meaning. Nothing more. Now, your turn. The pleasure of reading a good book. Let's hear a bit more about that. The pleasure of sighting the consciousness glistening behind words-crystalline consciousness, whose transparent gleam never fades.
Growing old in Delhi, learning to let go of what cannot be helped, and becoming true to oneself... two old friends find oneself in a city that is somehow both intrusive and entirely anonymous at the same time.