The silent Brahmin⁵³

One girl was with me all the time during the three-mile race. I was breathing so heavily, but from her there was no noise at all. She was the silent Brahmin. I felt miserable that I was disturbing her consciousness. She was the better runner, so she should have gone ahead, but she stayed right by my side.

Then, when we were 800 metres from the finish, she disappeared. But I could not go any faster.