He supported me together with Alina Up to the Chamber of the Matrimandir, Asking me to hold him tightly as we Climbed the ramp. My body could not have done it. When we began our descent he enfolded me With a strength I had not seen in him before. And when I sat in the chair outside to rest He brought my chappals and set them before my feet. I was astounded and I made a sound To which he replied, “It is love, dear Narad”.
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