Monks

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I was deeply influenced by Buddhism in my early 20es. And even today I remain an ardent admirer of its teachings. I wondered how young people could renounce worldly pleasures and take up the path of a wandering monk. I admired the power of renounciation to no end.

So it happened one night that I dream of an ordination.
Saffron-clad monks were all over the place. They were walking, nay rushing here and there. Filling mud lamps with oil, making preparations for my ordination. I was so excited that atlast I too had the courage to renounce. I remembered seeing stern, austere monks in the yellow light of the oil lamp. Ordaining me in what seemed an ancient holy rock cave.

It was a deeply mysterious and wonderful dream
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