My experience of Satprem

Satprem who sat there, on the low wall facing the immensity, one leg crossed over the other in his customary pose, absorbed in the intensity of a call that enlarged his eyes – the color of which that evening, I remember, was the green rather than the blue of a distant sea. And then he turned his gaze into mine for a moment; we said not a word; he raised a finger before his lips – what could have been said?

After a moment at his side, I left.

His words uttered more than three years earlier, almost on the same spot, “we shall meet again”, had thus come true. But neither he nor I, nor anyone else, could ever have imagined the circumstances in which it would be realized.

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