That night, Riya didn’t sleep much. But for the first time in years, she wasn’t anxious. She lay in bed and whispered the Mool Mantra in English like a lullaby:
Riya looked at the English transliteration her grandmother had written in the margins years ago. It read: Eternal Truth is His Name. The Creator, without fear, without hatred. Timeless in form, beyond birth and death. Self-existent. By the grace of the Guru, it is known. “Read it slowly,” Gurpreet whispered. mool mantra in english
The next morning, when her boss shouted at her for a small mistake, Riya didn’t crumble. She took a breath and thought: Nirbhao. Without fear. The fear tried to rise, but it had no root anymore. That night, Riya didn’t sleep much