A second-hand copy of Meditations: Living, Dying and the Good Life lies on my bedside table. It was bought over a decade ago, while on a jaunt through the by-lanes of Daryaganj’s Sunday books bazaar, when my days hardly required philosophical tempering. I was drawn to its diminutive size – a mere rectangle that could fit into the palm of one’s hand.
In the years that soon ousted the giddily excursive ones, I turned to this diminutive rectangle, a personal journal written by Roman Emperor Marcus Aurelius, probably between 171 and 175 AD in Koine Greek, frequently. The English translation by

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