his eyes.

    Looking at ;No your eyes ely different. By ill recognise t youre Sidds you, and its not you.quot;

    Siddly  hers.

    quot;You ?quot; s;You ;

    he smiled and placed his hand on hers.

    quot;Im seeing it,quot; s;Im seeing it. I too ;

    quot;You ,quot; Siddha spoke in a whisper.

    Kamala never stopped looking into  about o Gotama, o take, in order to see ted one, to breat t s it  as good, as if sed to tell to  tongue no longer obeyed  speaking, s hrough her limbs, his finger closed her eyelids.

    For a long time,  and looked at ime, ired mout o, in time, , read in tired  as quenc, and sa time  and at time real, ternity, completely filled every aspect of , more deeply tructibility of every life, ternity of every moment.

    Sidd eat. In table, ood, trao sleep. But Sidd outside and sat t before t, listening to t, toucimes of  time. But occasionally, epped to t and listened, whe boy was sleeping.

    Early in t of table and o his friend.

    quot;You  slept,quot; he said.

    quot;No, Vasudeva. I sat ening to t it old me, deeply it ,  of oneness.quot;

    quot;Youve experienced suffering, Sidd I see: no sadness ered your .quot;

    quot;No, my dear, o me.quot;

    quot;Your son so me as  no to o be done. Kamala ime ago. Let us also build Kamalas funeral pile on t my ;

    ill asleep, t the funeral pile.