Book Box: Equal, Yet Different
Dear Reader,
I am nervous. I am to meet with a storyteller and I have volunteered my house. It is jittery because as anyone who tells stories will testify - physical space, time and the energy of the listeners matter.
It is early morning. The Mumbai monsoons have taken a break, and the listeners troop in, laughing and chattering. They come from different corners of the city - Sion, Wadala, Malad, Malabar Hill and Mid-town, they’ve brought food and drink and copies of the storyteller's book.
We share an alma mater, many…