" She began to sob. Ravi received her sorrow like a desert does the rain.
‘What are you running away from Ravi?’ asked the despairing voice.
I wish to escape nothing, Ravi answered from within his silence, I want to be the sand of the desert, each grain of sand; I want to be the lake, each minute droplet. I want to be the laya, the dissolution. "

― O V Vijayan