As Rahul carries on his long trek through our vast country, there’s something happening. This isn’t a walk galvanizing people to hate their neighbours as most other recent walks have been.

This is a walk, in which we are seeing compassion at work!

The Maharashtra chief minister proudly announces he was once a autorickshaw driver, that’s good, but I hope he’s not flirting with politics as I see rickshaws flirting with death:  

It lay smashed on the side of the road. Frail and pathetic, like a small defenseless animal that had been ripped apart by a monster. Its tubular frame bent inwards as if some giant hand had squeezed it all together. The tiny, impertinent wheel which should have been in front, was now pushed inward and looked like another gear wheel of the engine. There was no driver’s seat, and the passenger seat was twisted like a piece of pliant plastic.

‘A ghost wearing a helmet,’ I said watching the eerie figure of a skeleton dancing up and down in front of me. ‘I thought you guys had a thick skull, I never knew ghost wore helmets.’

‘If I’d only worn one when I was alive, I wouldn’t be a ghost now,’ said the strange figure glaring at me.

‘Aha,’ I said, ‘therein lies a horror story.’

A teacher pointed out a young child to me, “She’s good,” said the teacher, “she knows all the answers but hesitates to put up her hand!”

“Why?” I asked bewildered.

“She’s scared to be wrong!” said the teacher.

On silver sands on a beachfront a pair of reading glasses looked myopically at the sea. They belonged to me. I discovered they were missing only after reaching home. Couldn't find my spare pair either, nor the ones made for computer screens. I could do everything but read. The morning papers arrived the next day: "Don't strain your eyes!" said my wife. I did and smiled, how different was the news.