A Visit to the Soul of India’s White Revolution
A Visit to the Soul of India’s White Revolution I recognized the shrill cries of peacocks, the sounds of the common myna and the parrots which woke me up even before the sunrays had hit the earth, but could not identify the ruckus being created by one other feathered creature. It was nowhere to be seen amidst the neat, similar, squarish grey buildings shadowed by tall trees, or hopping in the lush green grass and shrubs being fed by sprinklers. I scanned the scene —and there it was: fluttering wings in the nests perched high above, just past the frilly tops of palm trees. A largish black avian with an orange-red beak. ( I still do not know the name). But that gave me the idea - so, making me a bird in my next life could be one of the choices I should suggest to God. In my current incarnation, I am still searching for life’s grand purpose, so when I see people genuinely working to make the world better , a wave of hope, optimism and positivity washes ove...