Moksha Bhavan, Varanasi.  The doorbell rang impatiently. Ting-tong. Ting-tong.Ting-tong.   It urged the inhabitants within to hurry. But the days of haste for them were long gone. As the old man dawdled to the door, grumbling in a loud voice.   “I’m coming. Hold on to your horses. What is your hurry?” He opened the creaking door and exclaimed.…