Ramesh Kumar's life was comfortable. Things were going well with Sukuna, his wife, as well as with his children at school, and business was not bad, although it was becoming increasingly difficult for small businesses in Calcutta.
The unrest first appeared one day in August, around the Independence Day festivities. A growing feeling of void, of dissatisfaction, began to invade him. He sought solace in reading the holy scriptures, but without success.
As the discomfort became greater with the passing of the days, he began to meditate. Thus, at night, when the others went to sleep, Ramesh would meditate in the living room, sitting on the floor.
One Sunday morning Sukuna found Ramesh in the living room, in a meditative position. He had a lost sight, with his pupils dilated. Dr. Lahiri, the family physician, told Sukuna that Ramesh was going through a trance, similar to those experienced by hermit sages. Sukuna, a very religious woman, then built an altar at her husband's feet.
The neighbors began to arrive at night, with floral offerings, to pray in the presence of the new saint of the neighborhood.
At the end of the year, for the Festival of Lights, and the day of celebration of Lashkimi, the goddess of wealth, Ramesh recovered conciousness. After hugging his wife and children, he ate a whole pot of lentil soup, which Sukuna made for him.
Translated from Spanish by S. Palomeque
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