His caravan had come to bid him adieu. Waving to him and no words said, an unsaid assurance of being together again, in everyone’s eyes was palpable, to meet again, wherever the life would take him and them now onwards.
A new Kartavya he was, known to him, unknown to the world! Ready to take everything in his stride.
There were no thought clouds in the mind. He understood the patterns. He knew he could become what he wanted, no more, no less-just the way he wanted himself to be, in the moment, with whosoever he wanted to be, by letting go, by not holding onto anything of the past, of the mistakes, of what didn’t happen, of what could have happened, of ifs and buts, by just being here, into ‘now’, with Vedant, with Shruti, with Rukmani, with Amma, with Bauji, with Pratigya, with his team mates, with management, with leads, his workers and with the entire cosmos.
He felt alive, aware, present! That felt the most precious thing in the moment and he felt, not going beyond that, just here, in now, in presence, with leaf, with flower, with cup, with emptiness, with fullness, with breeze, with birds. A warm caressing to flying jewel he gave.
And then, the last sip that he took with the Master, tasted as if it was the first sip he had ever taken.
Smiled he in silence and in indebtedness to the Master for giving him ‘his self to him’ that had always been along with him, yet-unknown and unseen to him.
What he did in a month’s time here: just unpacked all his past luggage, making him feel lighter and sharply aware.
A peep into himself he gained by just being into the kitchen, by sweeping and cleaning, by washing and gardening. A change. A smile. A laughter. A man he had become thinking beyond the law of diminishing marginal utility and murphy’s law.
Looked at all of them he, and then just a wink!
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