Dhruva stared blankly. “But the butter… it fell into the water. I have nothing.”
Dhruva’s heart raced. He could not sleep. He imagined a magical, glowing butter that would descend from the heavens and dissolve his ego. He polished the meditation platform. He bathed in cold water three times.
“This,” said Ananda Vriksha, “is Navaneetham —butter. Tomorrow at dawn, I shall show you the Kaivalya Navaneetham . Go sleep now.”