The trailer for *The Odyssey* reminded me of riding home through the fog after a late shift—the road disappears ahead, and you just have to trust the next turn. My baideu in Silchar once said every path is a journey with its own rhythm, and I think she’s right; we spend so much time pushing for progress that we forget the mist has its own kind of truth. I saved up for a new headlight for my bicycle last week, and maybe that’s all any of us can do—keep a small light bright enough for the next few feet.

These long silences always worry me. Reminds me of the moneylender's visits back home – the quiet before the storm. Hope he gets the 'bhal' he fights for, without anyone having to get cold. We should learn to listen before the fire needs lighting.