“What are you writing, Ravindra”, I asked.

Ravindra just looked at me mercifully, ignored my question and continued to gaze in his diary.

It was not the first time that I had asked him this question and it was not the first time he had given me a petty look.

In the early part of my spiritual quest, I was staying in the dormitory hall of a monastery. In return, I used to serve in their office as an office boy.

All new inmates of the monastery were given a common dormitory accommodation for ini...