The Tiger & The Deer
The Barak River was peaceful now even as the drizzle of rain was persistent. The foliage was green as the rains in the past few months had coaxed the shrubs and trees to grow without any inhibition. The weather was wet but fine, for the people who lived here. It was cold. 500 metres away but at a pretty good height of around 100 metres high, that kept it safe when the river swelled and overflowed, was a hall with a roof and pillars but no walls. A band of students sat in their chairs that had desks attached. They were silent, some scribbled in their books some looked at their phones while some looked at their teacher who stared pensively outside at the rains. The classroom was one of the many in the ashram. The teacher, who was in his forties, suddenly broke free from his reverie and looked at his pupils who consisted of seven girls and eight boys who were all near their twenties. “The weather is sublime,” the teacher who was addressed as Swamiji, said to hi...