'I will come to take you where there is a way of life free from oppression'

- When the night was over, the young man left without touching this wonderful beauty, leaving a letter

- Eye oyster, distance pearl-Acharya Shri Vatsalyadeep Suriji

- I would have walked away from you when you were fluttering these letters with your eyes. Yesterday was wonderful and I will remember it. I'll be back ...

(Two)

Dharmapala was stunned. He accepted Ansuya: 'What does this do, say your name?'

'My name is Ansuya. Your fluteism has driven me crazy. Accept me, Nath! '

'But ...'

'Don't say anything. Swami! In this Gokul, love and devotion is a perpetual religion. Accept me

Dharmapala stared at him. Ansuya was staring blankly. Animish was looking at Dharmapal waiting for the blessed moment of rejection. Dharmapala looked at the sky. He said that he was going to reach the gate of decision before the moon wrapped the moon.

'Ansu, don't make such a hasty decision without introduction.'

A laugh: 'Your introduction was given by Bansi and your sweet voice fulfills the credit of your rites ...'

'But I'm a pilgrim.'

Don't speak

'I am a traveler. The sun will rise and I will run away ... '

‘I don’t like the world, dear, my wait is wrong. You go elsewhere. '

'No, I'll wait for you.'

In Ansuya's voice there was love, there was firmness, there was determination. Dharmapala told him, 'I will leave in the morning but I will give you a letter. If you don't go anywhere else, dear, I will come years later, but it will not be the happiness of the reunion world, it will be the joy of the soul. Would you like the splendor to be manifested from bereavement and perpetuity, dear? '

'Yes, Nath, your resolve will be my way of life.' Her eyes were watery, pearls of joy were falling from them.

Dharmapala kissed her forehead. He accepted her love.

Dear Ansu,

I would have walked away from you when you were fluttering these letters with your eyes. Yesterday was wonderful and I will remember it. I will come back, I will come, but, I have an idea to accept a stranger like this?

I am the prince of Uttarapath. Prajapal Maharaj my father and Maharani Sangeeta my mother, he did not even ask my name: Dharmapal my name. Poetry and music were my favorite things, my father taught me and I was supposed to hand over the kingdom, but the cruelty of the regime and the splendor of the kingdom never touched me, I begged my father not to put me in it. The father was overwhelmed with surprise. Asking what will you do Once a monk warned me. The monk said: 'None of this is yours!' It was a blazing flame of truth. I left town. I thought that I would go around for a while and find a good guru, so I would sit at his feet.

You got there, darling!

I will remember that moment. I saw you playing the flute, I saw you at midnight, at the end of the night and even while handing you this letter, your form and your unexpected love: it will not let me forget, but dear, the vein of that sage has entered my Romero: none of this is yours! That is the truth, that truth has touched my soul, if it is the truth then I should go on that highway, the path of benevolent character.

I have this determination: I cannot accept you wherever I go.

Do you want to go that route? So you have to turn that way. The path of sorrow will have to be filled with joy. One has to leave the lust for material happiness and turn to distance. Would you like us to meet at Anant's place?

If yes, wait for me. I will come, I will come, but then I will be in the environment of character, I will have come to guide you on the path of Dharma. Would you like

A teardrop came out of Ansuya's eye on the letters drawn with a pomegranate bud on a birch leaf: 'Yes.'

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