My existence existed in a peculiar realm—a realm where my demise was accepted as truth by many, yet a lingering fear of the robbers still gnawed at the edges of my consciousness. Voicing my apprehensions to Baba Pratap Singh, I sought solace and guidance in his wisdom.
"The robbers may have retreated, but my fears persist," I confessed to Baba Pratap Singh, my voice tinged with uncertainty.
Baba Pratap Singh regarded me with keen interest, his eyes betraying a depth of understanding far beyond my own. "Doubt is the seed of wisdom," he proclaimed, his words carrying the weight of authority. "You must uncover the source of your apprehension."