The lives of a 5th-century philosopher and a modern-day college professor collide in this novel

The day Ajita had to leave for the gurukula arrived sooner than it should have, or so Dhvani felt. She had tried hard not to let anyone guess the emotional turmoil she was going through, least of all her little son. She had managed to get some strength out of the fact that Ajita himself seemed to look forward to the gurukula with great excitement, and in his little joys she always found the greatest comfort. Ajita had woken up with the sun that morning. While he was looking forward to the new world that lay ahead of him, he also wanted to touch and feel his home, his parents and his friends.

He ran into the garden to greet one of his newest friends: a tiny mango plant. He had dug a hole in the ground with his friends Surjan and Ratna, and had planted a mango seed there not long ago. He was overjoyed when a small plant emerged out of the soil one morning. He had tended the plant with the utmost care and he knew he would miss it a lot. He had asked Ratna to look after it while he was away. He was still in...

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