“Our real tragedy is that we’ve forgotten who we once were—independent thinkers with a richer heritage than any of those invaders who greatly enriched themselves at our expense.”

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Here’s an excerpt from Chapter 9:

Uncle’s circuitous message seeped into Pia’s dazed head. This was a complex issue, he was telling her and all sides were responsible, in differing degrees, for the resulting mess.

“You see the insidious chain of karma?” Uncle rubbed in his point. “If Goa’s Muslim rulers had not cheated those merchants, the Hindus would not have literally handed over Goa to the Portuguese and sealed their doom.” Even in the moonlight she could see the fire growing in his eyes. “There’s little point in hating the stream of bullies who’ve raped and plundered our country over the ages. Why? Because only the omniscient sage can see the big picture—all we ordinary humans can see are pieces of a cosmic puzzle so enormous we simply cannot make sense of it. It is a mystical truth that nothing but nothing happens by accident.” He glanced at her to see if she was following him; Pia nodded, the lump growing in her throat preventing her from saying a word.

 “We Indians have been our own worst enemy,” Uncle added somberly. “And we’ll continue to be so until we destroy the roots of our own dysfunctions. It’s only when we begin to fix the holes in our own souls that the old wounds can begin to heal. No invader would have been able to rape a strong and united India.” He stared up at the millions of stars sprinkled over the night sky.

“What’s the best way for me to deal with this, Unc?” she managed to ask.

“Only a bright star would ask such a question and be prepared to accept a difficult answer,” Uncle praised her gruffly. “At least now you know why so many of us are messed up! Believe me, sweetheart, it is collective denial that has caused us to stagnate, intellectually and emotionally. Our real tragedy is that we’ve forgotten who we once were—independent thinkers with a richer heritage than any of those invaders who greatly enriched themselves at our expense.”

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