India, May 17 -- Conversations tend to meander. There's no telling where they might end up. There's a Hindi saying about a poet being able to access realms that even solar rays cannot reach. Conversations can similarly traverse the length, breadth, expanse, and even the tiniest minute detail of life. Our thoughts are restless at best and incorrigible at worse. To reign them in is an impossible task, even, or especially, when one is trying to meditate. And conversations can be almost as uncontained as thoughts.

With only the filter of prudence, or the semblance of it, being a plausible restrainer. Allow me to illustrate the point. A couple of friends were talking about the art of decoupage a few days ago. They were truly in the thick of i...