J.J. Sila Kurippukal

English translation of blurb content: When I come into contact with man, in the shortest possible time, I walk like a thunderbolt through the crossroads and reach the sorrowful cave of his mind. I somehow manage to indirectly convey the message of pour all your sorrows on me. I, with all my human frailties, have the connections of others who recognize themselves in me. Like me, I have felt people I have met longing in prayer, 'If only an external force would remove the sorrow that is holding me now, then I would be able to overcome the sorrows that are to come.' Although the tastes of water are different, any mind that digs can see the fountain of sorrow bubbling up. In the lower levels of the human mind there is the same drive.