India, Aug. 5 -- One often wonders why some people show no trace of having weathered a storm, while others have chaos oozing from every millimetre of their presence. Perhaps the former have deep pockets to store trauma. Or perhaps they simply leave no storage space for pain, refusing to let it find a resting place in their lives.

The tempests came, blew fiercely, and passed. Soon after, they straightened up and shut the door on any memory that could etch a blotch into their existence.

I often run into a woman who seems comfortably settled, always lending a patient ear to anyone struggling with far smaller issues. Few know she lost a young child, then the family business, and finally her home. She is still piecing her life back together ...