When the rain stopped, Megha felt a lightness she hadn't experienced since childhood. The world appeared sharper, the colors of the Parijat trees more vivid. She knelt in the damp sand, her royal mask completely gone, leaving only a woman seeking the truth. She folded her hands, her voice small and sincere. "I still do not know who you are," she whispered. "But you have seen through me in a way no teacher ever has. You have purified me. Please, tell me your name, and let me be your disciple. Let me learn about the world from you."   Aryavardhan