"
A long silence. The first sun ray touched the floor. Again the
whisper.
"Believe what I have told you. For we shall meet again." I
repeated-
"We shall meet again."
In my arms she died.
Later, when all was over I asked myself if I believed this and
answered with full assurance - Yes.
If the story thus told sounds incredible it was not incredible to
me. I had had a profound experience. What is a miracle? It is
simply the vision of the Divine behind nature. It will come in
different forms according to the eyes that see, but the soul will
know that its perception is authentic.
I could not leave Kashmir, nor was there any need. On the
contrary I saw that there was work for me here among the people
she had loved, and my first aim was to fit myself for that and
for the writing I now felt was to be my career in life. After
much thought I bought the little Kedarnath and made it my home,
very greatly to the satisfaction of little Kahdra and all the
friendly people to whom I owed so much.
Vanna's cabin I made my sleeping room, and it is the simple truth
that the first night I slept in the place that was a Temple of
Peace in my thoughts, I had a dream of wordless bliss, and
starting awake for sheer joy I saw her face in the night, human
and dear, looking down upon me with that poignant sweetness
which would seem to be the utmost revelation of love and pity.
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