The Game Called "You"

Do you know that poignant state between sleep and wakefulness, when the space behind closed eyelids feels more authentic than the morning light outside the window? When your skin still holds the memory of the Himalayan wind, and your nostrils carry the dust and saffron from the markets of Varanasi? What if these fleeting worlds are not just dreams, but a curtain slightly drawn back, a hint that our lives are performed simultaneously on many stages?
The ancients called this "Lila" — a play where you are not merely an actor dutifully reciting a part. You are both the light that trembles with your every move and the shadows cast by the will of this light. You are the very space where it all unfolds. At a certain moment, the need to choose between the role and your self disappears — all that remains is an astonished soaring in a space where the observer and the observed finally recognize each other.