"Ram…"
I sat before the meditating Hanuman, unable to take my eyes off him.
Why?
Because there was something I desired from him.
Something impossible.
Something I knew I would probably never receive…
…and yet somewhere deep within my soul, a small flicker of hope still survived.
The echoes of Ram slowly faded through the sacred chamber as Hanuman finally opened his eyes.
The divine vibration surrounding him softened.
Then his calm voice reached me.
"What troubles you, Sajjan? Is there something disturbing your mind?"
I immediately folded my hands.
"You are omniscient, Prabhu. You already know why my heart remains restless."
My voice trembled slightly.
"I still cannot escape her thoughts… her memories."
The pain inside me felt heavier the moment I spoke her existence aloud.
"I know excessive attachment becomes the beginning of ego within the human mind. Gurudev has taught us that countless times."
I lowered my gaze.
"But no matter how much I meditate… no matter how much I try to discipline my consciousness…"
"…I cannot remove her from my heart."
The cave fell silent.
"She is my mother."
"How can I lessen my attachment toward my own mother?"
Hanuman smiled gently.
Not with pity.
Not with sympathy.
But with the kind of understanding only someone beyond time itself could possess.
"She is your Janani," he said softly. "And I will never ask you not to love her."
His divine eyes held an ancient calm.
"But calling your love 'attachment' would be incorrect."
"Your love is pure."
"It is truthful."
"You are connected to her through the deepest layers of consciousness itself."
"That is why your souls remain bound."
A strange peace touched my heart for the first time in months.
I looked toward him again before asking the question that had haunted me endlessly.
"Prabhu… you have seen how all of this ends, haven't you?"
"You know everything."
Hanuman remained silent for a few moments.
Then I asked quietly,
"How did the people of Kalyug seem to you?"
A faint smile appeared on his face.
"Which people are you asking about?"
"The ones I met?"
"The devotees of Ram?"
A soft warmth entered his voice.
"I met countless Ram devotees throughout the ages."
"Yes… many among them committed terrible sins."
"Many lost themselves to greed, anger, pride, and darkness."
"But whenever they sat to chant the name of Ram…"
"…their hearts carried only him."
The atmosphere itself seemed to vibrate with devotion around him.
"Wherever the name of Ram was spoken with sincerity…"
"…I went there."
"I wandered endlessly from place to place listening to bhajans, prayers, and devotion."
For a brief moment, his expression turned distant.
As if remembering centuries buried beneath time itself.
"Then came the arrogance of Kalyug."
"The age where humanity slowly began worshipping itself more than the divine."
A cold silence spread through the chamber.
"But whenever someone truly called for me…"
"…I stood beside them."
Suddenly—
"Ali."
Hanuman's voice echoed sharply through my ears.
I looked up instantly.
"What happened, Prabhu?"
For the first time since I had met him…
his expression changed.
A faint smile appeared across his face.
"She is coming."
My breath stopped.
"Your wait is over."
The moment those words left his mouth—
the entire atmosphere changed.
The wind itself began to slow unnaturally.
A cold shiver ran through the air.
The flames surrounding the temple started trembling violently as though reacting to an unseen presence descending upon the world itself.
Then…
a fragrance spread across the surroundings.
Soft.
Divine.
Unmistakable.
The scent of fresh mogra flowers.
It flooded the air so suddenly that even breathing felt different.
Pure.
Alive.
Sacred.
My heartbeat became uncontrollable.
I could not speak.
Could not move.
Something inside my soul had already understood before my mind could process it.
And then—
I felt it.
That presence.
That same overwhelming energy…
…the one that used to make darkness itself retreat.
The air around us grew heavier with divine pressure.
Even the sacred chants vibrating through the temple walls began responding to it.
The silence no longer felt empty.
It felt alive.
As though existence itself was waiting.
Waiting for her.
I don't know how long I stood there frozen.
Because what I saw next…
What I felt in that moment…
Perhaps no words created by humanity would ever truly be enough to describe it.