Ubiquitous soul...
Where are you? asks my dear friend and proofreader Denis. To answer this I can say that I am undergoing an ubiquitous experience to the point that I feel I am here but I am also there. The Cévenole monsoon - as we call it here - is in definite contrast to the suffocating and scorching heat of the Pondicherry summer, deprived of air and oxygen, quite literally. It isn’t like the Indian monsoon, which is special; the land absorbs the much-cherished rains and harvests it for the most difficult dry months. A little bit of predictability in this uncertain world is reassuring. Well, it’s not just regarding the vagaries of the weather. Pondicherry sweats in the heat of May, the mercury already crossing forty degrees adds to the new lockdown the “déjà vu” and the “I have had enough”! We are all aware of the present pandemic situation in India but unfortunately, some still view it as some kind of conspiracy. The North of India has been reeling under a catastrophic s