Me, My Guru on a Road Trip

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 “Even I used to be confused as you are now. Then she explained what love was to her and the danger of being attached. Now I understand but still can’t apply it completely and hence see her do it every time. That inspires me to live and love the same way in my life”. said Aziz cutting thru my thoughts and answering my unasked question, pointing at my Guru. “She taught me to become less noisy from inside and in silence one can listen to everything she had told. At that time I didn’t understand much. But, as I practiced it I realized its importance and implications. You know, I’ve met lots of masters before stumbling upon her. Even they talked the same words but that’s what they were. Mere words! But she lives it! That’s why her words sound so powerful and have such an impact” explained Aziz putting a hand on my shoulder. Love for her bound us both together especially at that moment. Maybe, this is what is called as a feeling of “Guru Bhai”. “I had cried profusely when my Rambo died. Rambo was my pet – a dog” started explaining Aziz after silence of few minutes. By now, Our Guru (Yes, I could term her as “our” now I felt she was “our” more than “my” Guru now) had climbed the bus and the bus has started.

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