U.R. Ananthamurthy _. _. _೦ತ_ರ_ತಿ

The dazzle of illusion, even when we see through it; the ways in which we entangle ourselves, the ways in which we work free-How do we get to change?When all is said and done, it seems a matter of grace.

In a moment, at the very center of the swept and cleaned veranda, she had drawn two intersecting triangles, one upward- pointing and the other downward-pointing. In one, god's grace descended from heaven to earth; in the other, the soul ascended, aspiring toward god. Because of Sitamma's faultless eye, both met in perfect harmony.