I was thrilled beyond my wits because it is not often that one stumbles upon Don Quixote. I greeted him with folded arms first, then shook hands with him before embracing him tight. Really tight. So tight that he gasped and pushed me away. “Real love does not display itself so smotheringly,” he managed to speak through the gasps. I apologised profusely and explained that I couldn’t contain my excitement on seeing him this Sunday morning when the monsoon clouds deceitfully played hide-and-seek in God’s own country. “Ah, gods and clouds!” He exclaimed. “Never trust either of them. They are part of the world’s madness.” “You were the sanest, Don,” I could not suppress my admiration of the man who single-mindedly pursued his dreams. He laughed heartily. “Where do you draw the line of sanity, my friend?” Millions of people dying of starvation when tonnes of food is wasted due to mismanagement or sheer callousness. Is that sanity? He asked me.
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