Ravi was not a believer. Not in gods, not in meditation, not in spiritual journeys. He was a driver from Kerala, working for a well-known guru who held yoga and meditation sessions at a serene hilltop ashram near Bangalore. Every weekend, the guruji would arrive in his white SUV, clad in flowing saffron robes, his mind centered on silence and peace. Ravi, meanwhile, stayed firmly rooted in the mundane. As Guruji entered the ashram that Saturday night at 8 PM, Ravi slipped away from the spiritual ambiance and began one of his usual strolls.But this night was different.Ravi didn’t follow