Adultery The Swamiji: The Ashram of the Sacred Angels

[shailu4ever]

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Ahalya felt something shift within her at his words. Silence. She had never known how much she needed it until now. The constant hum of the outside world, the noise of her own thoughts, had always drowned out the deeper currents of her being. Here, in the Ashram, the silence seemed to speak to her.
 
"I didn’t know how loud I had become. I thought it was my voice that would define me. But what if the silence is what holds me?"
 
The other girls were still, their faces quiet as they absorbed his words, each processing in their own way. Ahalya’s gaze flitted briefly across them, Kavya, with her nervous eyes, the others who seemed as though they were just beginning to understand the space they were in.
 
Gurujii continued, his voice steady. “The ego wants grand revelations. It wants lightning and thunder. But transformation is quieter. It is the wearing away of stone by water. So slow you do not notice until one day you look back and realize the landscape has changed completely.”
 
Stone, water... Ahalya’s thoughts wrapped around the metaphor, trying to untangle it. It’s not about force. It’s about patience.
 
She had spent so many years trying to force things to happen in her life, pushing, striving for a breakthrough, a moment where she could prove her worth.
 
But perhaps the change she sought was already happening beneath the surface, invisible, imperceptible, but inevitable. She had to let it come, let the silence wear away what she thought she needed to be.
 
"I think I’ve been waiting for something loud. But what if it’s not about that at all?"
 
There was something about the way Gurujii spoke that made everything feel inevitable. The words wrapped around her like a blanket, and for a moment, Ahalya could almost forget her own presence in the room, her own thoughts.
 
It was as though his voice was all that mattered, and in it, there was something deeply comforting.
 
She felt the stirring of tears behind her eyes, though she could not explain why. Was it the truth in his words, or the long-suppressed ache inside her that had not found a name? 

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