Happiness, like a mischievous bird that hops from branch to branch, would continue to elude us. Duryodhan’s last words to Yudhisthir echoed in my ears: I’m going to heaven to enjoy all its pleasures with my friends. You’ll rule a kingdom peopled with widows and orphans and wake each morning to the grief of loss. Who’s the real winner, then, and who the loser?
