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The SannyasinSwami Satyasangananda SaraswatiIt promised to be a cool day, the mild, gentle breeze blowing softly into the room. Outside, the early morning sun cast an orange glow on the eastern horizon. The river Ganga flowed majestically towards its destination, emitting a sense of tranquillity and purpose - a symbol of man's ultimate goal. It was the usual time for diksha and meeting with the people. Swami Satyananda, seated in his asana, matched the regality and brilliance of the morning sun. Just then, a newly arrived inmate was ushered into the room. She seemed innocent and unassuming. Her manner was appealing. Her eyes sparkled with delight in Swamiji's presence. She had travelled great distances and waited long for this moment. She was silent, yet alive, drinking in the glory of the meeting with her Guru. Then Swamiji asked her: - 'What is your name?' For what seemed aeons, total silence pervaded the room, and finally Swamiji said: 'Stay with me and become a sannyasin.'
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