THE SPIRIT OF MY FATHER

On August 10, 2003, after celebrating the festival of Raksha Bandhan*, as night approached nearer, I went to my bedroom, sitting there alone; I opened the window and started watching the full moon, shinning in its majestic glory. Unaware, I was suddenly engulfed by an invisible sheath of space, which wafted languidly, around me. I …

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