The Silence of Arundhati Guha

Long before temple bells echoed, the cliffs of Ganga held a deeper,

ancient silence. In that silence lived a Maharishi whose name time has forgotten,

but whose presence remains. Bound by a vow of truth, he chose a

narrow cave in the rock, Arundhati Guha. Facing the rising sun,

he lived with nothing but breath, discipline, and unwavering divine attention.

Seasons passed, monsoons thundered, and summers burned, but the Maharishi remained perfectly still.

He listened to the river’s rhythm and the birds, allowing nature to become his teacher.

He found the silence between his thoughts, where the sense of self finally