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I was frozen. It was difficult to decide who I respected more. We pretenders learn some techniques, set some mindsets, declare ourselves logical, and through out the life live like a parasite. Our prayers remain self-centered, our laughs practised, our methods parasitical and still we are ‘Always correct’.

We reached the temple. I don’t remember what I prayed for. All my wishes were already fulfilled.

Evening fell among the mountains. On the way back with my pony, I heard the sound of bhajan slowly getting imperceptible with distance. That evening and that music stills remains somewhere within me.

May God bless you all.