Same

“Master…” in a rising and inquiring tone, asked Pallav, “what’s the commandment for today?”

“Same,” smilingly replied the Master.

” What’s this “Same,” Master? Hola. It’s a new day for me. There are queries and doubts that never settle for me, there are alternative blooming flowers in the garden that seem to invite me, there are people that I need to meet, there are cryptic algorithms that I need to encode and then decode, there are five senses that engage me in a tug-of-war, amidst them, I just want to sit and slurp, a-sip-of-a-cup-of-tea providing solace from the elusive search, in which I am in.”

After talking to Aum, Kartavya had booked the tickets for Pallav, immediately. He reached the Himalayan Centre last week. Since then he had been on a query quest, finding his answers wherever best possible. His shell of introvertism had been dismantled. His silence had turned into loquacity that was a surprise even for his family. Away from them, he was rediscovering his newer self, yet his being the–same.

“These are good signs,” Pallav, gently replied Master Swastika.

“Thanks, Master Swastika. I do not understand, however, the connotations of the “same.” I am new. I lack understanding and perspective. I need your guidance and support. I need clarity. Those smells and tastes and aroma of my home take me to the corners.”

“Soak in your senses and then relax. Breathe. Observe and reflect.”

“Hmm, I shall try to follow Master,” feebly replied Pallav.

“Go to your room now.”

“Yes, Master.”

“And then?”

“I shall do the “Same,” playfully replied Pallav.