As I stared at the blank page of my Ipad, beginning to process my thoughts for this edition, I heard the rain pouring outside, lashing through the garden and creating a cacophony of sounds on my roof and terrace. October is monsoon for Tamilnadu and every event becomes a hit or miss, with one eye on the sky and the other on the pothole filled roads. This year, I was pensive. Dussera and Deepavali had passed by, firecrackers and celebrations were muted and every second person was bedridden with the newest mutation of the Corona virus. Nothing, however, was stopping dance and music events from unfolding across the city. Rehearsals and shows continued unabated with gusto and enthusiasm. For me, this is the time to drive to the ocean front and gaze at the stormy waves. Ever since the Tsunami of December 2004, the fragile nature of human life when pitted against the giant waters has never left my mind screen. The irony of the most powerful human being on earth appearing ant-sized and vulnerable against a single wave has never been lost on me. No matter how powerful, how famous, how influential - one wave, physical or metaphorical, can wash it all away.
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