11-01-2026, 12:51 PM
Scene: The Seventh Day
On the seventh day, Gurujii spoke to them.
It was evening. The meditation had ended, and instead of the usual ritual of sending the new recruits off to dinner, Meera had asked them to remain in the hall. Ahalya could feel the stillness in the air, an almost tangible shift.
Something was coming, but she couldn’t quite grasp what it was. The air seemed to hum with a quiet expectation.
The soft thud of footsteps reached Ahalya’s ears before she saw him. Gurujii entered the room with the same unhurried grace that had first captivated her upon their arrival.
Behind him, an older Sevaki carried a cushion, placing it delicately on the floor before Gurujii, as though it were a revered object.
When Gurujii sat, it was with a kind of serene authority. Ahalya watched, captivated. He did not command attention, yet his presence filled the space. She felt as if the room leaned in, waiting for him to speak.
He looked at each of them in turn, his eyes steady, a silent weight to them, as if they saw far beyond what was visible.
When his gaze met Ahalya’s, she felt something shift within her chest, a warmth, a recognition, as though someone had reached into her and touched the very core of her being. It was a sensation she couldn’t explain, but it felt as though she had been seen, truly seen, for the first time in years.
"What is this feeling?"
"Why does it feel like something inside me has shifted?"
She wanted to look away, but something in his eyes held her there. It was as if he could see every part of her, every hidden corner of her heart, without a word spoken.
"You have been here one week," he said softly, his voice low, yet carrying effortlessly through the room. "Long enough to feel the Ashram's rhythm. Not long enough to understand it. This is good. Understanding comes later. First comes the body's wisdom."
The silence that followed felt almost oppressive. The words lingered in the air, each one sinking deeper than the last.
"I don’t understand it yet. But I feel it. I feel something changing inside of me. Something I can’t explain."
On the seventh day, Gurujii spoke to them.
It was evening. The meditation had ended, and instead of the usual ritual of sending the new recruits off to dinner, Meera had asked them to remain in the hall. Ahalya could feel the stillness in the air, an almost tangible shift.
Something was coming, but she couldn’t quite grasp what it was. The air seemed to hum with a quiet expectation.
The soft thud of footsteps reached Ahalya’s ears before she saw him. Gurujii entered the room with the same unhurried grace that had first captivated her upon their arrival.
Behind him, an older Sevaki carried a cushion, placing it delicately on the floor before Gurujii, as though it were a revered object.
When Gurujii sat, it was with a kind of serene authority. Ahalya watched, captivated. He did not command attention, yet his presence filled the space. She felt as if the room leaned in, waiting for him to speak.
He looked at each of them in turn, his eyes steady, a silent weight to them, as if they saw far beyond what was visible.
When his gaze met Ahalya’s, she felt something shift within her chest, a warmth, a recognition, as though someone had reached into her and touched the very core of her being. It was a sensation she couldn’t explain, but it felt as though she had been seen, truly seen, for the first time in years.
"What is this feeling?"
"Why does it feel like something inside me has shifted?"
She wanted to look away, but something in his eyes held her there. It was as if he could see every part of her, every hidden corner of her heart, without a word spoken.
"You have been here one week," he said softly, his voice low, yet carrying effortlessly through the room. "Long enough to feel the Ashram's rhythm. Not long enough to understand it. This is good. Understanding comes later. First comes the body's wisdom."
The silence that followed felt almost oppressive. The words lingered in the air, each one sinking deeper than the last.
"I don’t understand it yet. But I feel it. I feel something changing inside of me. Something I can’t explain."
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