A fusion of emotions

Collective nouns can be lovely, can be wicked. They can animate, they can annihilate. They are works of art. ‘A pride of lions’ is perhaps the most famous of collective nouns. No word other than ‘pride’ can capture the majesty of that being as it sleeps, wakes, wanders with grand unconcern in the sureties of his kingdom. The story is told of when Gautama Buddha once passed through his home town of Kapilavastu with his disciples. His young son Rahula watched the ochre-robed band from his palace’s balcony. He asked his mother Yasodhara: “Which of them is my father?” Yasodhara replied: “He who walks like a lion.”

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