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Jun 2020
There!  the master was sitting in his customary place.His face was resplendent with grace.

The silence in the room was deafening.

I slowly walked upto him and prostrated. He gestured me to sit infront of him.

I mustered up all the courage to ask him, in a low voice, "what is wisdom".

There was a long pause; he shut his eyes, his body did not move an inch. The wait was agonising.

Finally, he opened his eyes slowly and whispered "Silence". He, then dived into meditation.

My spiritual training was culminated by this single word of the master.

I felt really fulfilled.
Written by
Eshwara Prasad
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