" Ananta spoke with a spiritual enthusiasm never before
noticeable. "I understand for the first time your indifference to
the vaults and vulgar accumulations of the world."
Late as it was, my brother insisted that he receive DIKSHA {FN11-8}
into KRIYA YOGA. The "guru" Mukunda had to shoulder the responsibility
of two unsought disciples in one day.
Breakfast the following morning was eaten in a harmony absent the
day before. I smiled at Jitendra.
"You shall not be cheated of the Taj. Let us view it before starting
for Serampore."
Bidding farewell to Ananta, my friend and I were soon before the
glory of Agra, the Taj Mahal. White marble dazzling in the sun,
it stands a vision of pure symmetry. The perfect setting is dark
cypress, glossy lawn, and tranquil lagoon. The interior is exquisite
with lacelike carvings inlaid with semiprecious stones. Delicate
wreaths and scrolls emerge intricately from marbles, brown and
violet. Illumination from the dome falls on the cenotaphs of Emperor
Shah-Jahan and Mumtaz Mahall, queen of his realm and his heart.
Enough of sight-seeing! I was longing for my guru. Jitendra and I
were shortly traveling south by train toward Bengal.
"Mukunda, I have not seen my family in months. I have changed my
mind; perhaps later I shall visit your master in Serampore."
My friend, who may mildly be described as vacillating in temperament,
left me in Calcutta. By local train I soon reached Serampore, twelve
miles to the north.
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