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He used to sit there, at those
steps. It was his daily routine, for years. He didn’t remember when it was the
last time he violated his routine.
He had not taken any vow. He
was never deeply religious.
Often, he did not look at God
as he was looking at God.
Yes, he questioned God, but
turned back to Him, as well.
Yes, he used to come there, to
sit there. Coming there had become like a part of his daily life. He was so
deeply into it that he consciously avoided going anywhere that could have taken
him away from this routine.
He would come there. Sitting
silent, he would try to look inside him to understand the meaning of his
silence. And the silence would respond. It happened regularly.
There was an increasing
understanding with silence. And the flow helped him.
Sitting with his ‘self’, he
would talk to his silence.
Sitting with his silence, he
would travel with music of the flow.
It was a detached attachment. He
had no thought when he started this one fine day, with a random decision.
The flow had many - sitting by
its ghat-steps, waiting for its caring embrace and soul soothing music, and it
cared for everyone.
The flow did not expect
anything in return and whatever he wished while being there, at the steps, was
nothing more than detached expectations.
He needed and he tried to feel
something more powerful, than a human-God relation.
And having detached attachment
with detached expectations showed him the way further.
