That clumsy flat in the ground floor of a building illuminates my mind every Sunday morning.
It ranks after graffiti and Suhel Seth. The lady owning the flat, that is my teacher and I have two generations between us. I fail to fathom how a mind, a soul 65 years old can be still so eager to learn. She is simple in her lifestyle. It is her mind that makes her one of a kind. She has accepted everything except war and violence willingly. Even hints of homosexuality do not agitate her. I can connect so much to this old lady that it seems as if we have some celestial connection.