What a Monk Taught Me Without Teaching
Some days, when the world’s chaos spills past its edges, I slip away to a quiet corner, not to escape life, but to meet my solitude, waiting patiently for me. In one such quiet today, during my solitary time, I met a monk sitting right in front of me, unannounced and still, wrapped in a saffron robe. Time seemed to have healed him gently; his long white beard flowed freely, his white hair tied loosely atop his head, as though the years had learned how to rest upon him. In his presence, time did not move forward or backward, it simply paused, holding its breath. Sometimes we all need guidance and since the chaos was too much for me to handle, I went in conversation with him, among lot of things discussed I asked him "Prabhu what is Detachment, loss or freedom". He smiled, not the kind that teaches but the kind that knows. He stood up and gently dusted his Robe, the dust fell away. Then he said, “See this? It came without effort. When it leaves, I don’t follow it. ...