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you. When we did not find you even in the hotel, we got panicked and informed the Police. In the morning, the Police asked us to come to the hospital to identify a person who resembles the description given by us. That is how we all are here. We have brought your luggage also so that we all can go straight to bus station,” my friend said.
I heard a distant call, “You must meet me in the temple. I will wait for you.”
“I will stay back,” I said.
“We do not think you can make it now. You need rest,” my friends showed their concern.
“No, I can not go back till I have completed my job for which I had come here,” I asserted.
“In that case, one of us will stay back with you.”
“You all need not worry. Everything is fine with me. You all go ahead with your schedule,” I asserted again.
My friends left for bus station and I on my journey.
While on my way to the temple, I stopped again on the same spot. But nothing unusual happened.
Inside the temple I was in queue.
When I reached near the sanctum, I found one priest sitting on the dais while the other one was standing with his back towards me. He turned. He was the same person whom I had met earlier. He gave me an affectionate smile and handed over flowers and a coin to me. I bowed to pay my respect. Then, some one asked me to move and I was pushed forward. When I raised my head, I did find a priest standing there, but he was not HIM. Out side the temple I asked other priests, giving the description about the person. No one had ever seen or met the person of my description. When opened my palm I found an unusual coin in my hand. It must be very old. I stayed back for one day more to have a chance to meet him again but without any success.
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In my association with the man, all along, I did not know who he was. But, I had developed respect and trust in him. Trust gets translated in to Faith. Faith existed because we believed in something. Faith only attracted me to the temple. And then, there are miracles happening in faith. Miracles again can not be explained, but they existed for those who believed in them. And I believe that I spent a day with THE GOD.
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I heard a distant call, “You must meet me in the temple. I will wait for you.”
“I will stay back,” I said.
“We do not think you can make it now. You need rest,” my friends showed their concern.
“No, I can not go back till I have completed my job for which I had come here,” I asserted.
“In that case, one of us will stay back with you.”
“You all need not worry. Everything is fine with me. You all go ahead with your schedule,” I asserted again.
My friends left for bus station and I on my journey.
While on my way to the temple, I stopped again on the same spot. But nothing unusual happened.
Inside the temple I was in queue.
When I reached near the sanctum, I found one priest sitting on the dais while the other one was standing with his back towards me. He turned. He was the same person whom I had met earlier. He gave me an affectionate smile and handed over flowers and a coin to me. I bowed to pay my respect. Then, some one asked me to move and I was pushed forward. When I raised my head, I did find a priest standing there, but he was not HIM. Out side the temple I asked other priests, giving the description about the person. No one had ever seen or met the person of my description. When opened my palm I found an unusual coin in my hand. It must be very old. I stayed back for one day more to have a chance to meet him again but without any success.
XXXXX
In my association with the man, all along, I did not know who he was. But, I had developed respect and trust in him. Trust gets translated in to Faith. Faith existed because we believed in something. Faith only attracted me to the temple. And then, there are miracles happening in faith. Miracles again can not be explained, but they existed for those who believed in them. And I believe that I spent a day with THE GOD.
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