‘Thank you very much. I feel better.’

‘Happy to hear that. Please take care. See you again.’

Closed door. Patient went home. I walked back for making yoga room tidy.

My eyes caught Gruji’s photo. He looked smiling saying ‘ You did good.’

I said ‘Thank you, Gruji’.

Off course, photo could’t change, not like Harry Potter.

In the photo he doesn’t smiling, shows unreadable face.

His smile is projected my own institution, blessing from my core.


I ask my Gruji. I ask my core.

Do I do well?