I was nineteen, oh what an age! Soon college would begin. I was ensconced in a chair on the rooftop. The late spring afternoon had a fierce glow, which we called 'loo' in the local vernacular. A kite encircled a distant carrion in the azure sky. The kite was intent on the present, and I was thinking about the future that beckoned. Doubts nagged my conscience. Uncertainties clouded my sky. My failures haunted my present. Will I ever be good enough? Suddenly I lost the train of my thoughts. For a few moments I could not comprehend what my eyes recorded. A single thought overran everything else: who was I? After I regained myself from this brief escape, the kite's repartee with the descending sun seemed far away. The hot cemented rooftop seemed aloof. The searing, barren air seemed powerless. I felt a stark confidence coming to my rescue like an old friend. A tremendous calm had filled my being. After a very long time, I felt lucid. I realized the immense capacity for joy t...