It was a moonlit night and quiet.
Just the sort when you imagine leaves rustling, someone walking top toe ...
But there was no sound except an owl hooting from far away.
The silence, after the city noise was unnatural.
And she heard someone calling her name in a whisper!
Startled she looked around. The door was closed, so who could be there?
The candle flickered and a whiff of cold air entered the room.
Was someone outside the window?
Or is it shadow.
She flashed the mobile torch in that direction!
The owl hooted.
Someone was banging the door!
- Memsaaab! memsaab. Dinner lag gaya. A jaiye!
She jumped up! The lights were on!
Selected ghost stories was opened next to her and she had dozed off!
Relief.
She opened the door.
- Aiye memsaab! Par aapke room me koi aya tha? Dekhite joote ki nishani.
Indeed dusty shoe marks on the mat!
But do ghosts wear shoes?
A long overdue blog about the path that I was seeking , or did the path seek me out ? Over the years the sheen of belief was wearing off and I was beginning to question the master about the magic - about faith becoming commercial, about what Bhaskar stated, "This is all about money". Packing my bags off and going solo isn't very uncommon in my life, but this time I was not on work per se. Checking-in into the Ashram, was on my bucket-list for ever-since, and it was an amazing experience. Despite the crowd, the ambiance just reverberated with a mix of reverence, energy , faith, hope, prayer - and questions too ! Like I mentioned before meditation was not about spiritual pyrotechnics, but a metaphor connected to life. Like the corner I chose had a vantage view of the stage and despite a stench that started emanating from the corner, I just could not leave that place, for the view that corner offered got me stuck there. Life is like that, we are often stuck in the rut , ...
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