A DREAM . . . . .

I enjoy my loneliness, but I am also tired of it. I just want to run away from everything and everyone. Everything seems so pseudo and valueless. I just want to sing. Just sing for myself. I want to sing. Just sing for myself. I want so just sing, for myself.

I have this amazing dream.

I want to run away from all this material things I do.

I don’t want to make a living. I just want to live through life.

I want to run away to Sringeri. Sit in front of Sharadaamba and sing to my hearts content. Get up from there and go to the banks of Tunga River, sit on its banks and hum ragas for hours together and feel one with nature.

I am . . . . . . . . . Vanishing into a dream . . . .

As I sit and sing on the river banks, three people come to bless me. Aacharya Chandrashekhara saraswati, Aacharya Chandrashekhara Bhaarathi and Mudduswami Deekshitar!!

They bless me and take me across the river to a cave.

I enter the cave and it is full of light. Aacharya Shankara is sitting there with a smiling face.

He calls me towards him and keeps his palm on my head.

I am in shivers and tears. I break in to a song of Deekshitar.

Aachaarya just closes his eyes and I can see a light radiating from his chest.

Yes I see Shaaradaamba the universal mother smiling from the heart of Shankara.

She extends her hand to me like a mother would call a four year old.
I run towards her and she hugs me.

I vanish into infinity.

Into silence.

Into . . .