I call a place mystical when it is capable of arousing the deep-seated mysticism within me; I call this very mysticism my spiritual need. I was very small then, and I remember the only place we could afford was a night’s journey from my home tucked up in the plush hills somewhere.
I had sensed a higher Power for the very first time, a Power quite beyond my reckon and understanding. Bodhgaya still pulls me to it, like it is a magnetic bar and as though, I stand on an opposite pole.
No wait! Who knows I maybe the rusty red iron ore dust wafting with the winds?But, the seat of Buddha cannot be erased from my mind, no matter how many times I have denied the existence of God within me.
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