#11
One week in the meditation center molded her significantly. Unlike for the regular trips of South Indian crowd, Steffi had started her travel odyssey from the banks of Assi Ghat, Varanasi after her life awakening session with the speaker. She had no one to think about nor she bothered about anyone who thought about her. It was Steffi alone, in her travel that she had chosen.
Mesmerizing practice sessions by the students of Banaras Hindu University with varieties of flute, sitar and veena combined, in the echoing corridors of the old structures, expecting zero audience for their performance had one permanent follower for that whole week. And that is when she decided to travel through places that highlighted cultural and traditional values. In the next few weeks, she explored the streets of Gaya, Nalanda, Puri.
It was her second month away from home and in the meanwhile there was only one letter posted to her house. The letter read
" Amma, Acha,
Thank you for not stopping me, I don't have anyone along who knows me but i have many who loves me for the person i am. No, nothing was your fault nor mine, nor their's. We were all so narrow minded that we forgot to see a way out. All we did is to fit into the way and make our life look comfortable, even if it is not. I will be back soon."
:- Steffi
As she was writing the letter, her final meeting with the speaker stroke her thought. She wondered, who that person could be. She had totally disconnected herself from her usual life that even Vivek had lost trace of her. Somewhere at some point he had also stopped looking for her trail. Steffi made sure that the trail was so carefully wiped away. And that being the intention behind writing a letter instead of a phone call. She embraced that feeling of being freed from the threats and blackmails of Vivek.
" I feel Orgasmic.", Sarcastically, she wrote down in her diary to express her happiness of being freed. She had started to taste the essence of success and that convinced her this time with the words of the stranger, " It is not them who lost, it is me who won".
Steffi, stepped down in Nagercoil railway station, before taking a bus to Kanyakumari. Kanyakumari, being her last destination. As she grabbed her luggage to keep it in the trunk of hired taxi she found a chit sticking to the nameplate in the bag. The name read "The Sorcerer's apprentice". Startled with the name slip, she looked around to check if she was being a target or being followed. She carefully checked to confirm if it was her bag and she left for the hotel without waiting for long at the railway station.
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