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Reality

One day I was passing from the street, I saw a lady. She was died And everyone cried, “O lord! Please send her back.” Suddenly I thought myself to be that lady and nothing left with me. I got frightened And my body tightened. Actually it was the fear of death Which almost skipped my breathe. I quickly ran to my mentor. I asked truth, “Whether me or that lady?” He gave a broad smile and replied “Neither you nor that lady. Truth is hidden in thyself.” I got to learn one more lesson that day And it guided me on a spiritual way…

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