You Remember Those Days. Part Three

As the midnight hour approached with a sly smile and a slow bow, Ramdas removed the garland of flowers that adorned his neck. One by one he began tossing flowers into the audience as an act of recycling some of the love directed at him all night. When he turned in my direction I had a decision to make. Do I stand and join the people standing all around me? Or do I simply sit, cross-legged where I was,. hands on my knees in classic mudra position, come an index finger joined, my other three fingers extended, palm upwards to the sky. You remember those days. Part three went even deeper. A magical mystery tour into various nooks and