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As I sat on the
rock day after day, it became a pastime to gaze at the flame.
The flame
started showing me visions like a crystal ball.
It showed me
nothing extraordinary. It showed me joy, contentment and then peeled layers to
show nebulous fears underneath – that I'd end up just where I'd begun.
And that's when
everything changed. Miraculously.
Today, I sent
gratitude to the lamp, for it was nothing short of Aladdin's magical
lamp, sans the genie.
Not so, child, thought Trataka, the lord of
light. You know not that what you watched, watched you back lovingly.
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