I was overwhelmed with the cacophony of the sounds that shot through my body; the temple was blazing with colours and was rejuvenating with the energy of the masses who were searching for divinity in this material world.

I sat on the mat facing the deity and in that moment a sense of calm washed over me. My eyes were fixated on the deity’s lotus feet and I felt a sense of security.

My condition was like that of a reclusive reaper in the fields whose course and outcome are unknown to him. However after interaction with the Supreme Being, I felt myself infused with a glimmer of light of hope which was effectively numbing my pain and soothing the bruises and wounds of pain. 

All those countless desires, insatiable longings and momentary appeasements no more made sense to my real-Self.

Then what followed was a lecture by a monk. He put everything into a fascinating perspective that seamlessly integrated the differences projected in this material world.

From him I learned about the self’s true nature and one cardinal characteristic of the Self is its longing for pure love that is lying dormant within us.

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