John Powell was one of my favourite authors for a very brief period in my youth. I was a student of religion then and I found Powell, a Jesuit priest, stimulating. He combined religion with psychology in a very captivating manner. In his book The Secret of Staying in Love he said, “It is an absolute human certainty that no one can know his own beauty or perceive a sense of his own worth until it has been reflected back to him in the mirror of another loving, caring human being.” Those were days when I had not learnt to love. I was in search of love, though. Looking back from the vantage point of an ageing man, I know that I was in search of certain very basic human needs, simpler than love even. Simple recognition, may be. Just the need to be recognised as a human being worthy of his existence. The search for such simple things when you should be concerned about more serious things that befitted your age makes you a laughing stock. I was a standing joke among my compan
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