18th February, 2016 // 2:24 p.m. // Kalpvriksha, Ahmedabad

Other echoes
Inhabit the garden. Shall we follow?
Quick, said the bird, find them, find them
Round the corner. Through the first gate.
Into our first world, shall we follow
the deception of the thrush? Into our first world.

Go, said the bird, for the leaves were full of children,
Hidden excitedly, containing laughter.
Go, go, go, said the bird: human kind
Cannot bear very much reality

-T.s. Eliot, The Four Quartets, Burnt Norton