... The man was lying on the beach, the sand soaked in his jeans, golden grains. The waters of the sea beat his body, soul, spirit and soul with the salt of the waves.
Without children, free from home and wife, he simply lay there, on Indian soil, until two monks came and took him towards the monastery.
Somewhere in the remote Himalayas, the tample will become his new home.
At the convent, the monks took care of Sanvay's body and spirit.
Sanvay used to get up early. Every morning, Sanvay joined them for the morning prayer. Breakfast. Then a meditation hour. And yoga.
Sanvay helped the monks with washing dishes, cleaning, and gardening.
Then Sanvay noticed that he was miraculously recovering from his injury.
Wonderful birds chirped in the green garden where flowers bloom in all colors and shades and different types.
A flood hit the convent window and a rainbow after the rain.
Then, Sanvay decided he wanted to leave the convent. He felt it was time.
Snow recovered from his injury almost completely, but did not intend to return to his previous home.
Sanvay never forgave his wife.
Never saw his daughter Anitha again.
Sanvay will spend the rest of his life in a cave, far away in the woods, somewhere in the Himalayas.
He once heard that there are yogis living in caves in the Himalayas for about 400 years.