06-11-2025, 12:50 PM
Scene 10.2
Riya heard sounds of soft movement and people chatting far away.
Baba Ji was gone, but a small bowl of fresh fruit and a glass of warm milk sat on a mat beside her.
He was a powerful lover, but a thoughtful host.
She felt the deep, satisfying ache of their morning rituals. She got up, pulling on the simple, clean saffron clothes left neatly folded for her, the Ashram’s uniform. The thin fabric felt liberating. No more tight city clothes.
As she ate the sweet, cool fruit, Riya peeked out the door.
Outside, in the small courtyard, Baba Ji was doing yoga. His powerful, muscular body moved with incredible grace, a picture of dominant health. Several people, mostly beautiful women were sitting nearby, watching him. They looked like quiet fans waiting for a star.
When Baba Ji finished his pose, the women rushed forward, eager to speak to him.
He sat down, immediately surrounded by them.
Riya walked out, placing her empty bowl down. She walked straight to Baba Ji, touched his bare, muscular foot and moved back to listen. Baba Ji smiled warmly at her, his eyes holding the shared secret of their morning.
The women started talking, one by one, sharing their problems.
A woman named Geeta stepped forward first. She looked to be in her mid-twenties, dressed in a simple, faded cotton salwar kameez. Her figure was slim, but her face was full of deep sadness.
Geeta (voice shaking): "Baba Ji, my husband… he drinks every night. He hits me. I feel like I am dying slowly. The security officer, the lawyers, they did nothing. I have come from Patna seeking mukti (freedom)."
Baba Ji (his voice soothing and powerful): "Ah, my little one from Patna. Your shakti is being wasted on a weak man. I see the darkness around your soul. But your body is strong. You must find your inner courage. Stay here for a few days. We will perform the Shanti Ritual to remove the negative energy he has placed on you."
Next was Kavita, a woman around forty, plump and full-figured, wearing a slightly too-tight, bright green silk saree. She looked wealthy, and her gold jewelry gleamed in the sun. She had a worried frown.
Kavita (frantic): "Baba Ji, my son! He is not studying! He failed his engineering entrance exam again! We spent a lot of money, Baba! We came all the way from Mumbai. How will he earn crores? What mantra will make him intelligent?"
Baba Ji (chuckling gently): "My rich daughter from Mumbai, you worry too much about marks and money. Prana must flow, not just cash. Your son needs focus, not just books. You have great motherly shakti; you must guide him. Bring your worry here, leave it with me. I will teach you a Dharana (focusing) ritual that will help your family's mind."
Finally, a young girl, maybe nineteen, named Priya stepped forward. She was dressed in a simple white top and jeans, a modern look that stood out. She was incredibly beautiful, with a perfectly toned body. She looked shy, her eyes downcast. She had travelled from Bangalore.
Priya (softly): "Baba Ji, I am very confused. My family wants me to marry a boy they chose, but I love my classmate. He is poor, but he is good. What does my karma say? How can I know if this boy will truly make me happy?"
Baba Ji (his eyes warm and knowing): "Ah, the fire of youth! My flower from Bangalore. Karma is not about rules; it is about energy. We must look at the alignment of your chakras to see which path holds the most joy. Stay, little one. We will perform the Chakra alignment ritual to show you the truth in your heart."
Riya watched all this, a little smile playing on her lips. She felt a huge wave of superiority. These women were asking for small, silly things like peace and good marks. Riya was getting the seed of life, the ultimate blessing.
She looked at Baba Ji, who caught her eye and gave a small, playful wink.
Riya (to herself, whispering): "He is a naughty, brilliant businessman. He takes their sadness and gives them a reason to stay. But me? He gives me the baby, the real reward."
She walked back to Baba Ji, a bold confidence in her step.
Riya (whispering, her voice tight with playful challenge): "Your Mahalingam seems to be very busy with everyone's prana problems, Babaji. But I am first in line today for the afternoon service."
Baba Ji (his voice low, for her ears only): "My energy is limitless, Riya. The ritual bath awaits. I will purify you fully before the midday offering."
Riya heard sounds of soft movement and people chatting far away.
Baba Ji was gone, but a small bowl of fresh fruit and a glass of warm milk sat on a mat beside her.
He was a powerful lover, but a thoughtful host.
She felt the deep, satisfying ache of their morning rituals. She got up, pulling on the simple, clean saffron clothes left neatly folded for her, the Ashram’s uniform. The thin fabric felt liberating. No more tight city clothes.
As she ate the sweet, cool fruit, Riya peeked out the door.
Outside, in the small courtyard, Baba Ji was doing yoga. His powerful, muscular body moved with incredible grace, a picture of dominant health. Several people, mostly beautiful women were sitting nearby, watching him. They looked like quiet fans waiting for a star.
When Baba Ji finished his pose, the women rushed forward, eager to speak to him.
He sat down, immediately surrounded by them.
Riya walked out, placing her empty bowl down. She walked straight to Baba Ji, touched his bare, muscular foot and moved back to listen. Baba Ji smiled warmly at her, his eyes holding the shared secret of their morning.
The women started talking, one by one, sharing their problems.
A woman named Geeta stepped forward first. She looked to be in her mid-twenties, dressed in a simple, faded cotton salwar kameez. Her figure was slim, but her face was full of deep sadness.
Geeta (voice shaking): "Baba Ji, my husband… he drinks every night. He hits me. I feel like I am dying slowly. The security officer, the lawyers, they did nothing. I have come from Patna seeking mukti (freedom)."
Baba Ji (his voice soothing and powerful): "Ah, my little one from Patna. Your shakti is being wasted on a weak man. I see the darkness around your soul. But your body is strong. You must find your inner courage. Stay here for a few days. We will perform the Shanti Ritual to remove the negative energy he has placed on you."
Next was Kavita, a woman around forty, plump and full-figured, wearing a slightly too-tight, bright green silk saree. She looked wealthy, and her gold jewelry gleamed in the sun. She had a worried frown.
Kavita (frantic): "Baba Ji, my son! He is not studying! He failed his engineering entrance exam again! We spent a lot of money, Baba! We came all the way from Mumbai. How will he earn crores? What mantra will make him intelligent?"
Baba Ji (chuckling gently): "My rich daughter from Mumbai, you worry too much about marks and money. Prana must flow, not just cash. Your son needs focus, not just books. You have great motherly shakti; you must guide him. Bring your worry here, leave it with me. I will teach you a Dharana (focusing) ritual that will help your family's mind."
Finally, a young girl, maybe nineteen, named Priya stepped forward. She was dressed in a simple white top and jeans, a modern look that stood out. She was incredibly beautiful, with a perfectly toned body. She looked shy, her eyes downcast. She had travelled from Bangalore.
Priya (softly): "Baba Ji, I am very confused. My family wants me to marry a boy they chose, but I love my classmate. He is poor, but he is good. What does my karma say? How can I know if this boy will truly make me happy?"
Baba Ji (his eyes warm and knowing): "Ah, the fire of youth! My flower from Bangalore. Karma is not about rules; it is about energy. We must look at the alignment of your chakras to see which path holds the most joy. Stay, little one. We will perform the Chakra alignment ritual to show you the truth in your heart."
Riya watched all this, a little smile playing on her lips. She felt a huge wave of superiority. These women were asking for small, silly things like peace and good marks. Riya was getting the seed of life, the ultimate blessing.
She looked at Baba Ji, who caught her eye and gave a small, playful wink.
Riya (to herself, whispering): "He is a naughty, brilliant businessman. He takes their sadness and gives them a reason to stay. But me? He gives me the baby, the real reward."
She walked back to Baba Ji, a bold confidence in her step.
Riya (whispering, her voice tight with playful challenge): "Your Mahalingam seems to be very busy with everyone's prana problems, Babaji. But I am first in line today for the afternoon service."
Baba Ji (his voice low, for her ears only): "My energy is limitless, Riya. The ritual bath awaits. I will purify you fully before the midday offering."
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