Back after his morning walk, Guru ji was getting ready for his daily routine. As head of the sect, he was in charge of the morning puja. Despite a cold bath and wearing fresh clothes, he was feeling restless but not able to understand why.
“Guruji,” his aide knocked on the door of his personal chamber, “Sandhya ji wants to meet you. Shall I ask her to come tomorrow? You have a few important meetings lined up!”
“Certainly, I shall meet her,” Guru ji, simultaneously irritated at his aide’s stupidity, at the same time he was afraid that his eagerness should not reveal his innermost thinking, ordered, “postpone all my appointments for the day by an hour.” He was aware that his thoughts and behavior were improper for a person who had taken a vow of celibacy, but he was helpless before his instincts.
Dressed in an appropriate attire, she hid her eyes behind a pair of tinted glass shades, Sandhya set out for the ashrama. She was certain of the access because she was aware that Guru ji’s affection for her was anything but pure. Today, she needed information, from a man she despised, about a man she had loved.
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