In traveling, a companion, in life, compassion,'” she repeats, making sure of it. If she had paper and pencil, it wouldn’t surprise me if she wrote it down. “So what does that really mean? In simple terms.”
I think it over. It takes me a while to gather my thoughts, but she waits patiently.
“I think it means,” I say, “that chance encounters are what keep us going. In simple terms.” ( ‘Kafka on the Shore”, Haruki Murakami)
But the accidental sufi doesn’t really have had a lucky , chance encounter like the one in the song. Once when lost on Delhi -Jaipur highway, she was advised by a rather stern looking man of advanced age that she shouldn’t be driving around, but rather, ensuring that the kitchen & hearth flourish 🙂