Before I start with the topic of the day, (which has not been chosen yet, as the committee that decides it is out of town), I’d like to reflect on The Hindu Litfest 2024, which I somewhat participated in, a fortnight ago.
Firstly, may I clarify it was not my idea. Having said that, I must say, it was well organised and supremely well conducted. (I may have been told to say this, then again, I may have not. You, dear reader, will never know). On a personal note, it was an absolute triumph. I felt like Julius Caesar returning home after subjugating the Gauls, and not just because of my receding hairline.
At least two people recognised me, although one was the Uber driver that bought us to the venue, and apparently may not have been paid in full. Then again, he may be just a voracious reader, struggling to get entry. Who is to say that yesterday’s voracious reader is not today’s Uber driver?
