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He was depressed to think that summer was nearly over. It was like having to leave the theater halfway through a wonderful movie.
“passion,” 8especially in a child, was the grass fire that had to be stamped out before it destroyed everything the farmer planted.
these were all big nothings in a world that could snatch a father away so cruelly, so prematurely.
when your father died, you were no longer a son, but a man.
“To tell you the truth, Ravi, when things like this happen that shouldn’t happen, your father passing so young, I wonder if there really is a God. At other times, it just suits me to think there is . . .”
“You see, Ravi, this world isn’t just all the things we can see and touch. It’s also all the things we can’t see, the things we choose to believe.”
there’s an old Scottish saying my ma was fond of. What’s for you won’t go by you. I
No matter how many times we ate like that together, and for so many years, he always acted as if that day’s visit was special because he might never have another chance.”
needed. For the first time since he’d learned that his father had died, Ravi felt he could survive. The pain would never go away, but he would go on. They would go on.
immature. Yes, he could plan, he must plan, but he had to take into account that fate—or God, or the universe—had its own plans; it was indifferent to his plan.
It was silly to worry about pleasing or displeasing others with his choices; life was hard enough without such meaningless concerns.
