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Bhagat Singh - Undisturbed galactic Silence
He was sitting on his bed, zapping with a
remote, while disinterestedly watching the endlessness of Punjabi TV
channels. He greeted me warmly, asking me to take a seat in a small plastic
chair beside his big bed. Small moments of verbal interaction between us
were interrupted by infinitely long passages of TV-gazing. I decided to
close my eyes instead of watching advertisements and crying or singing
Indian heroines.
Shortly after, a devotee arrived with tea and
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Bhagat Singh was supposed to initiate me with a secret mantra. However, it never happened, or did it somehow? I'm not really sure. The only thing I remember is the dark, warm space that opened up inside the body, transforming into a vast expanse where my body felt like a tiny droplet at the bottom of a soap bubble.
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