When the Cylinder Runs Low The other day, I saw something that stayed with me longer than I expected. People were lined up, waiting for LPG cylinders. There was a certain restlessness in the air—not loud, not chaotic, but anxious enough to be felt. Later, my maid hesitantly asked me if we had an extra cylinder at home. There was worry in her voice. A kind of quiet panic. And for a moment, it all felt very real. Very immediate. A shortage. But as the moment passed, another thought stayed back. Is it really just a shortage? Or is it trying to tell us something more? There’s something quietly unsettling about the times we live in. We already know what works. We’ve seen homes run on rooftop solar, kitchen waste turn into compost instead of rotting in landfills, and simple practices like rainwater harvesting or balcony gardening make a real difference. None of this is new. None of this is beyond us. And yet, most of it remains where it feels comfortable— in conversations, in int...