All at once, the barrier of my white cotton robe was lifted, as was the
barrier of her monolithic lips.
I came to my senses and stopped her. Given my affliction, I
didn’t know what the consequences would be. But how to ask a lovely
girl not to give you a blow job? This was for me a totally alien
vocabulary.
“Let me please you first,” I insisted. I gently turned her over and
prostrated myself before her.
Now this was what spirituality was all about! Somewhere in the
midst of everything I found a condom in my wallet and we joined
forces to save the world from sorrow, however briefly, however
fleeting.
As I lay spent on the grass, trying to regain my control over the
muscles that were still twitching all over my body, I held Nivenada
close. She was so exquisitely fragile and sweet. I thought about
staying. All it would take would be to spill my guts to Safora the next
day and go to take my oaths or whatever it was I was expected to do.
“Nivenada?”
“Mmn?”
“Lets say I “join up” or whatever it is, and then I decide later that
I want to leave.”
“That’s not a problem. To be honest I don’t know of anyone ever
leaving.”
“Really?”
“Well, there was one, actually, that I’ve heard of. Years ago there
was some important sanyassi who publicly denounced the Omniraja
and tried to steer the people here away from him. He was power-
hungry or something. They say he just wanted to take over the
ashram. There was talk that he was going to do something drastic, so
he was thrown off the ashram and a kind of restraining order was
issued. He hasn’t been heard from in years.”
“Where is he now?”
“No one knows, really. Some say he moved to America or
Europe or Australia to make easy money. No one is really supposed
to talk about him though.”
“Do you know his name?”
“His real name was Krishnaswami Chandradevi,” she said
solemnly, “but his sannyasi name was Vikash. Now his name is mud.
Don’t mention him to anyone unless you want them to get suspicious
of you.
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