It was a bleak, rainy day. The air was filled with mist. Everywhere one looked, one found dampness and mud. Not a ray of sunshine. Nor even the yearning for it in people’s mind. Add to this the house that I live in, a house not my own, but rented, on a land that doesn’t belong to me – despite the humanity of my landlords. No wonder the pounding rain and the mist outside provoked a profound sense of dread in me. Rather than kicking off the searing fear, treating him in contempt, as we often (...)