By Sujata Bhatt (biography in Wikipedia)
Great Pan is not dead; he simply emigrated to India. Here, the gods roam freely, disguised as snakes or monkeys; every tree is sacred and it is a sin to be rude to a book. It is a sin to shove a book aside with your foot, a sin to slam books down hard on a table, a sin to toss one carelessly across a room. You must learn how to turn the pages gently without disturbing Sarasvati, without offending the tree from whose wood the paper was made.
Which language has not been the oppressor’s tongue? Which language truly meant to murder someone? And how does it happen that after the torture, after the soul has been cropped with the long scythe swooping out of the conqueror’s face – the unborn grandchildren grow to love that strange language.
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