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ls workshop) Quest In Reality…..30
Umeshwari Angelee, by calling him a partner, a lover, seeker or an equal, we are deceiving ourselves. He is none else but a Master in the making.
Angelee To me, he is my Master. Nothing else.
Uttering these words, she sat at his feet and rested her head on his folded knees. Umeshwari also came by and sat likewise on the other side.
It was a real picture of a teacher and his disciples but it was another matter, the disciples were the true ...

ls workshop) Quest In Reality…..29
Whole day Umeshwari kept herself busy in assessing her business. She always carried a laptop which always contained the latest details about her business activates. Since the day she had worn the robes of an ascetic, her father, kept her posted (via her laptop), meticulously about her business affairs.
In between she took breakfast and the dinner. She did not allow Angelee to wash her plates even. Gopi had gone to the orchard. ...

ls workshop) Quest In Reality…..28
Ninth day was the last day for them in their earthly sojourn together and its morning dawned a new life in the orchard. Birds had returned, their musical chirping made the atmosphere pleasing to the hearts, fruitful trees danced in the misty morning. Hilly winds splashed the orchard with fresh aroma of the snowy peaks. Apples hanging in the branches looked healthy and more colorful. Peacocks danced in rhythm and other birds formed a circle around them ...

ls workshop) Quest In Reality…..27

Angelee You know, when an Indian girl marries, she leaves being her parents, her brothers, sisters, everything related to her. If she is lucky, her husband gives her different types of love and plays a variety of roles to fill her vacuum. He is supposed to be her father, mother, brother and sister. Every husband has to manifest all of these relations to her newly wedded wife. That home becomes a heaven, otherwise things would go astray and ...

ls workshop) Quest In Reality…26

She composed herself and sat in the chair, apposite Shantnu. Even if it was dark, an occasional glow of meteor in the sky, made her eyes dazzle. Big drops of tears were rolling down her pink cheeks.
Shantnu knew the reason, so he kept quiet and let her lighten her burdens. It was a burden, which one carries alone, sheds alone. At long last, she bent forward by supporting her chin with both hands, her elbows resting on her knees. ...