It was a little before crack of dawn and I was walking the empty semi-dark lanes of Gangotri beside the rapidly flowing Bhagirathi. The mystics have often raved about the Brahma Kaal, the time before dawn, between 4:00 am and 5:00am. The time when, they said, the celestial descend among the terrestrial.
I was standing on the bridge across the Bhagirathi, looking down when I sensed a fellow traveler behind me. I turned and faced the shadowy figure. 'Hello', I said and she replied 'What are you doing up so early?'
'Its Brahma Kaal and I am looking for God', I said.
'Have you found him yet?'
'No, but I have met many kind peaceful souls. I have asked all of them so I will ask you too, are you God?'
Her laughter enveloped us like wings.
'No, I am just a nobody', she said as she turned and walked away.
'Strange', I said, 'they all say the same thing, that they are nobodies'
She turned one final time her laughter still enveloping us. And then she was gone.
It was still dark but as she receded away I was certain she wasn't walking; she was gliding, a few inches over the ground.
I was standing on the bridge across the Bhagirathi, looking down when I sensed a fellow traveler behind me. I turned and faced the shadowy figure. 'Hello', I said and she replied 'What are you doing up so early?'
'Its Brahma Kaal and I am looking for God', I said.
'Have you found him yet?'
'No, but I have met many kind peaceful souls. I have asked all of them so I will ask you too, are you God?'
Her laughter enveloped us like wings.
'No, I am just a nobody', she said as she turned and walked away.
'Strange', I said, 'they all say the same thing, that they are nobodies'
She turned one final time her laughter still enveloping us. And then she was gone.
It was still dark but as she receded away I was certain she wasn't walking; she was gliding, a few inches over the ground.
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