He thought about his father’s future work. Creating and publishing stories – inspired by life.
Creating another Upanishad! A contemporary Upanishad! Perhaps an Upanishad retold!
Would he read it? He knew he would, he loved his father’s stories anyway.
An imprisoned son sorts out his father’s problem while still in jail.
We are divided by the distance between our hearts, not by the distance between our bodies.
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