“When I look at water, the thing that comes to mind must be the same for you and for me, and so it must be for a bird, a tiger or a fish,” mused
Shree Vinayak Kaurwar, a yogi who had gone to stay in the jungle to conquer his fears, and is returning to the same jungle to conquer his remaining fear - the centipede phobia. That may be so, as we are all animals with inherent hungers – mostly gustatory on my part - underneath our layers of incomprehensibly priced designer clothing and perfumed body lotions that promise everything short of anti-cavity. The Indian (yes, he is Indian, not Bangladeshi) yogi and I, whose blog is being renovated by a Pakistani company, pondered on in companionable silence, amidst of the Bangladeshi food, served in a space allocated to a Chinese restaurant by the Bangladeshi businessman-cum-restaurant owner, Mr. Halim, at the Bangladeshi
Ambassador Program event.
