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The Lonely Women

she was a philanthropist. Every day she would dole out lunch and dinner to all and sundry who knew about her 'lunger'.she did not differentiate between the high and the low.She remained quite busy and charged the whole day.The expenses incurred by her might have been quite exorbitant. She lived alone in her palatial apartment.It was my intense curiosity to know more about her.I also wanted to have some interaction with her which could help in finding a foothold in social service. Lately i was going through a phase of complete stagnation.My senses had atrophied and i  wanted some stimulus to be up and going. I went to meet her one day.I reached her house and there i was accosted by a battery of her servants and guards. They led me to her. She was about to leave with some high profile ladies. Seeing me she stopped and after knowing that i had come to meet her she retraced her steps and invited me in and told the ladies that she would call them later. I was flattered and followed her.Her apartment was majestic. The room where i sat was quite spacious luxuriously decked up.I sat in one of the plush chairs along side her. It was opulence all around.The carpet was of exquisite quality and the venetian blinds gave the room an official look. I was surprised to see the portraits of scientists decorating the walls. She was a puny lady of dark complexion.I tried to have a full look of her face but could not fathom her.Her features were irregular and indecipherable. But she was quite welcoming and courteous. She offered me tea served in the most beautiful china -ware. I felt elated and excited at the same time. I found myself the luckiest person to have met her.A good friend, and a comrade who would help me in my life's vocation . She gave me details of her charitable activities, which were numerous.She was running many N.G.Os. She told me that she was a divorce and her son  was away in some foreign country.I was awe struck and impatient too. Finally i blurted out that i wanted to join her.She paused awhile and gave me a vague look.I thought may be she did not get me and repeated my wish.Suddenly the benign look left her face and she turned eloquent on spirituality.She enthused that  i must devote time some time to awaken my inner-self and for that i should join her satsang sessions in the morning.She did not respond to my wish and further advised me that i should get some Healing therapy from her which  she administered in the evenings. She looked quite agile and her eyes took  glint. Meanwhile she got busy on phone which sounded intriguing. I got up  slowly to leave. . She accompanied me to show me  her formidable langar. It was affluence all around.Her servants and the minions looked subdued and grateful.She was a-flush with the power which charity begot for her.I left never to look back again.                       

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