One afternoon, Ananya sat by the river, holding the last letter Kabir had ever written her—a crumpled piece of paper she couldn't bring herself to destroy or read again. Lost in thought, she didn't notice Bali creeping along the stone wall. With a swift, practiced snatch, Bali grabbed the letter and bolted up into the branches of a massive neem tree.
One afternoon, Swamiji Chinmayananda called an emergency meeting. "A spirit of restlessness has entered this sanctuary," the guru announced, his gaze sweeping over the devotees. "Someone is harboring worldly desires." One afternoon, Ananya sat by the river, holding
: Terrified, he began to run, but the faster he ran, the more fiercely the monkeys pursued and tried to bite him. Ananya sat by the river