When you visit someone, the first thing they do is offer you a glass of cold water. For long, I used to refuse it, because while water is my drink of choice, I do not like it cold. But then I came to realize that the glass of water was not just a glass of water. In a nation where potable water is scarce, it indicated that the family has water at home, and you are important enough for them to share it with you. You honour them by accepting the water, as they do by offering it to you.
There are words, and there are words. Some words can be easily translated, others need to be described. In April, I’ll attempt to capture the Soul of 26 'Indian' words in a drabble of exactly 100 words.