Tears fell from Arjun’s eyes. Not tears of sorrow or joy — tears of recognition.
“You have been looking for me everywhere. But I have always been here. In your breath. In your doubt. In the very longing that brought you to this riverbank.” main krishna hoon deep trivedi pdf
He looked at his hands. They were his hands — the same that had lit incense, turned prayer beads, wiped tears. But now, they felt like his hands. Not Arjun’s. Not a name’s. Just… hands of the self. Tears fell from Arjun’s eyes
Tonight, exhausted, he sat down under a peepal tree. No mantra. No prayer. Just silence. But I have always been here
Arjun opened his eyes. The world looked the same — the river, the dark sky, the wet earth. But something had shifted.
And then, a voice — not outside, but from within — whispered:
He stood up. The river no longer reflected a seeker. It reflected stillness.