Voice of the New Normal
I hear his voice again today, after what seems like an eternity. He has an unmistakable, distinct voice. The kind that is hard to miss and impossible to forget. I find myself smiling and I feel lighter in the heart and head. His voice seems to herald a new beginning, a fresh start. I remember hearing his voice more than a year back when we moved to this community, calling out from the street and announcing his arrival. It was a typically, hot and humid Indian summer day with an almost cruel Sun bearing down on the black tar roads. In the midst of such a blistering day, his call cut across in a lilting tone reaching an almost musical crescendo. When I first heard it, I thought it was a child's voice. There was something very childlike and enthusiastic in the voice that carried across the community. When I waved my hand from the third floor to indicate for him to come up, I realized he was a much older gentleman. When he rang the doorbell an...