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This story, written in autobiographical style, will lead you to a remarkable discovery. In hearing my story, what has been suppressed in your heart can open. Listen. it is for you it is given. It is for all I need to give it.

I’m not looking back, she thought. All he wants me for is to cook his dinner and wash his clothes. I’ve had it. I need something more.

The play had ended, the egg had dropped. Her pulling, yearning for Him had also been His play. She hid Her tears of joy in Her quick movements of gesturing for Her tuxedo jacket; not stopping to put it on . . . moving through the dreams of Her sisters' confusion; the question of "what is this play all about?". . . their looks towards Her for answers.

The most prized possession of the village was the screen. It stood fifteen feet tall and was twenty feet wide. No one could remember the screen's origin

Santosha: You are suffering the assumption that you are presently unhappy, and that you need to seek happiness in order to obtain it. This is what motivates everyone to do everything. When you were a child, adults always told you, “If you do this or that, your life will be great. It will be wonderful, and you will be happy.”