One of the biggest hurdles I face when I want to go wandering is that no matter where I go I have to take myself along – and that spoils everything. Maggie doesn’t mind, of course. She has got used to it. It’s I who am to reconcile with it yet. When I was young, a teacher of mine compared me to a tiny bird that used to be found commonly in Kerala. I don’t know its English name. In Malayalam, it was known as thuthukulukki pakshi – literally, ass-shaking bird. Its posterior would always be shaking whenever it was resting in any place. The teacher who discovered the analogy between the ass-shaker and me explained that the little bird assumed that the world moved because it shook its ass. Another teacher compared me to a hen. You know, the hen always crows loud after laying the egg as if it had just worked a miracle. I had a big ego, in other words. And I had gracious teachers who did their best to rein it in. But I guess I was like the hen scratching around in the stall of a huge
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