The lamp was low. Outside, the night was full of the small sounds of the
village settling down — a dog turning in the dust, the last cricket, the far
soft drumming of rain on the hills. Jeeva lay on his mat, eyes heavy, while
Aaji sat beside him the way she did every night.
"Aaji," he said sleepily, "you have told me so many stories this season.
About the wind in the open sky, and the leaf and the flower, and Vidura's
greens, and the night everyone bowed under the banyan." He yawned. "If I
forget all of them — if I can only keep one little thing — what should it
be?"
Aaji smiled in the lamplight. She smoothed the hair back from his forehead.
"Then keep this, child," she said softly, "for it holds all the rest inside
it. There are only four small things, and they fit in one breath."
She held up one finger. "Think of God. When you wake, when you walk to the
fields, when you paint on the wall — let a little corner of your mind rest
on Him."
A second finger. "Love God. Not out of fear, not to get something. Just
love Him, the way you love me."
A third finger. "Give your day to God. Whatever you do — sweeping the floor,
sharing your food, mending Manju's painting — do it as a small gift offered
up to Him."
A fourth finger. "And bow to God. Lower your proud little head now and then,
and remember you are held by something far greater and far kinder than
yourself."
She folded her four fingers gently into Jeeva's small hand.
"Do these four things," she whispered, "and make Him the home your heart is
always walking toward — and you will reach Him. You do not have to be
learned. You do not have to be rich. You do not have to be perfect. You only
have to turn your face toward the light and keep walking. That is the whole
secret, Jeeva. That is the king of all the secrets. And now you carry it."
Jeeva's eyes were closed. His breathing had gone slow and even. His hand was
still curled around Aaji's four fingers.
She sat a while longer in the quiet, watching him sleep, and then she too
bowed her head toward the white-painted figure on the wall, and blew out the
lamp.