Standing before Rama, I felt like a guilty man awaiting judgment. My confidence wavered, my mind haunted by the specter of potential repercussions. However, amidst the turmoil of my thoughts, a distant voice echoed in my mind—a voice that offered reassurance and absolution. It was the voice of Baba Pratap Singh, proclaiming my innocence and urging me to hold fast to the truth.
Despite my inner turmoil, I clung to the belief that Baba Pratap Singh spoke the truth. Yet, a gnawing fear lingered within me, whispering doubts about whether Rama would accept the truth if it were revealed. The specter of Rama's potential anger loomed large, threatening dire consequences for both myself and Baba Pratap Singh.