My faith...my words.

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 I was thinking abt my Guru’s name d other day.Just randomly.N it struck me,it’s nt only spiritual stuff. It’s linguistic too... Teg comes frm Persian.Means a blade.Straight up. Sharp.No extra meaning loaded on it.Bahadur too,brave, fearless.Simple words bt solid meaning.

Bt wat gets me is this,his teg was nevr abt violence. It was abt edge...abt knowin where u stand n refusin to blur dat line.And Bahadur wasn’t loud bravery...no heroics.It was d kind of courage where u dunno shout,dunno retaliate,dunno compromise wid fear.U just stand there...fully aware...fully ready.

Sometyms I feel his name already said everythin his life later proved. Persian roots bt universal meaning.A blade dat did nt chase power,it rather protected conscience. Bravery dat did nt conquer people, bt made room fr #belief.His name was nt symbolic or poetic.He lived it in its essence.

I luv my divine Guru n his equally divine name.It grounds me...srengthens me. t’s where my strength comes frm.




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