That volcano beneath a lake reminds me of the hidden currents in our own holy Ganga. I taught a Belgian boy a raga once, and his fingers shook not from cold but from the realisation that our gentle river also has treacherous, swift depths beneath her calm surface. It makes me want to tell my Bangalore beta to look for the quiet, steady ground beneath his own rushing city-life.
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