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Perfect! My study of Gitanjali has often been halting and fragmentary. Now, meeting with Sharlin almost daily for an hour, we have worked through the first twenty poems in a way that feels both steady and deeply productive. We have approached each poem with honesty, with ontological seriousness, and with a disciplined humility, allowing the meaning to emerge rather than forcing it into preexisting frames.

Words that might initially appear simple—alo (light), akash (sky), pran (life-breath), shanti (peace), ananda (joy) open inward to states of mind. In learning them, I have felt a reorientation.

This shift echoes something formative—those long hours of my childhood when my father would sit in quiet absorption, Tagore’s songs playing continuously. At the time, I experienced this as a kind of ambient constancy, something like a field in which the day unfolded. Now, returning to these poems with greater deliberation, I recognise that it was a slow erosion of the compulsion to grasp.

What I then absorbed passively, I now approach with intention. Yet the destination is curiously the same: a state in which listening deepens into a kind of seeing, and seeing resolves into a silent, self-luminous awareness that needs no confirmation.

When I dwell in this register—even briefly—there is a noticeable shift in the quality of experience. Thought loses its density; it no longer insists on occupying the center. Emotion, too, becomes less possessive, less entangled in narrative. What remains is a kind of lucid stillness.

In this sense, returning to Gitanjali has also been a return to those early, wordless experiences shaped by my father’s listening.