New Delhi, Oct. 11 -- He woke up early, as he always did, at 5. He had not slept well; it had been a restless night. A postcard he had received the previous evening troubled him.
He would meditate while the sky was still dark.
The air smelt acrid, and even though his associates at the ashram had been pleading with him to sleep in an air-conditioned room, Mohandas would not do so. Not until every Indian could live a life without fear and with dignity would he seek comfort himself. Not unless someone could convince him that the gases the air conditioner might emit would not widen the hole above the planet. He had cared about people, plants and the planet, and since plants, animals and the planet spoke in a language we do not understand, he ...