‘Imagine standing right beside a stream. It is a bright day in the April. You feel the breeze hit your face and you begin appreciating the beauty of everything around you.
Like a little child, you get excited and then suddenly decide to move towards the stream. As your feet brace the wet sand on the shote, you become enticed with it. Yo u want to explore more. So, you move forward to feel the water instead.
With your feet dipped in water, you let go of all the struggles that had stopped you from moving forward. You feel so present at that moment that you do not worry about anything else.’
As I ended the narration of my make-believe world still stuck inside the bleak dungeon, I asked the warden, “Sir? Are you still here?”
I neither received any response, nor did I hear any footsteps.
