I was in an odd depressed mood of no reason I could find. Maybe quite upset as well. A sudden lack of words and emotional blockage. A usual phenomenon seen in some snobbish two legged mammals.
I too was caught with it. Couldn’t get rid of that.
Soon enough, I saw this smiling spectacled young old man.
In an impulse, I felt much better. Everything was fine. That calmed me down. The serenity in just his presence was too much.
This old man is a superman!
This is Gandhiji to me now!
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This experience reminded me of a scene from a few decade old regional language movie.
This scene depicts a police station where two friends are accused for a case, of which genuinely they are innocent. They get not so good treatment from the police officers and get much nervous. One of them stares at the lock-up room and points it to the other friend. Both faces dip in sorrow and worry. While the other now finds a framed picture of Mahatma Gandhi on the wall.
They both look at it and feel calm and confident.
Now this is Gandhiji to them!
All this makes Gandhiji to India!