Let Me In. My God Is Inside.
That’s what the old Haryanvi man said to the watchman.
He had come to Gurgaon — nine months after being told he had three months to live,
With no trace of cancer.
And a batch of 20 to witness.
No fancy language. No degrees. No seminars.
He hadn’t even read the book in English.
He was only told, “This page, this technique — do this.”
And lying on a cot, for three months, he did just that.
Yet he attended every wedding in the village.
Cancer couldn’t come in the way of life, life force energy and breath
And when he heard there was a workshop in Gurgaon,
He came.
To see his God.
Not the author. Not the facilitator.
His God was the book which gave him back his life.
And he had come just to say, Thank you.
He followed the process. He followed his breath.
