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Table of Contents Index PART I: Snow in Srinagar Exile Reaching Srinagar The city of fame Rainy afternoon in ... Up the Sindh river in a doonga Snow in Srinagar Chilai Kalan Crossing the Vitasta Journey into the Himalayas Ishbar evenings Pony ride in the Liddar valley Views of Haramukh My father in Hawaii PART II: Ten Thousand Years of Solitude The Fire in the Waters Records of our lives Threads Ask Krishna The Conductor of the dead A Wounded bird The riddle of Isha Patanjali's song The hidden path up the hill Inner Sarasvati Naming things On high desert A small beginning Uncovering Seeking answers Nachiketa's dual Quantum implications Chance and necessity A Boy and his dog Book in pdf format
In our beginnings is our meaning hidden. But our coverings hide us from ourselves. The end of our journeys is to see ourselves in our true form.
Sleepy with the warmth of the covers it feels easier just to watch to know and not to be the one who gets transformed.
The king saw Urvashi by the lightening in the sky. Disrobed she could not be caught; this is what the king found.
The Secrets of Ishbar
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