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"
Might
as
well
,
"
he
said
,
casting
a
gaze
around
this
desolate
Indian
airport
parking
lot
.
"
Cuz
I
ain
’
t
gettin
’
any
prettier
just
standing
around
here
.
"
On
my
ride
back
to
the
Ashram
,
after
seeing
Richard
off
at
the
airport
,
I
decide
that
I
’
ve
been
talking
too
much
.
To
be
honest
,
I
’
ve
been
talking
too
much
my
whole
life
,
but
I
’
ve
really
been
talking
too
much
during
my
stay
at
the
Ashram
.
I
have
another
two
months
here
,
and
I
don
’
t
want
to
waste
the
greatest
spiritual
opportunity
of
my
life
by
being
all
social
and
chatty
the
whole
time
.
It
’
s
been
amazing
for
me
to
discover
that
even
here
,
even
in
a
sacred
environment
of
spiritual
retreat
on
the
other
side
of
the
world
,
I
have
managed
to
create
a
cocktail
-
party
-
like
vibe
around
me
.
It
’
s
not
just
Richard
I
’
ve
been
talking
to
constantly
-
though
we
did
do
the
most
gabbing
-
I
’
m
always
yakking
with
somebody
.
I
’
ve
even
found
myself
-
in
an
Ashram
,
mind
you
!
-
creating
appointments
to
see
acquaintances
,
having
to
say
to
somebody
,
"
I
’
m
sorry
,
I
can
’
t
hang
out
with
you
at
lunch
today
because
I
promised
Sakshi
I
would
eat
with
her
…
maybe
we
could
make
a
date
for
next
Tuesday
.
"
This
has
been
the
story
of
my
life
.
It
’
s
how
I
am
.
But
I
’
ve
been
thinking
lately
that
this
is
maybe
a
spiritual
liability
.
Silence
and
solitude
are
universally
recognized
spiritual
practices
,
and
there
are
good
reasons
for
this
.
Learning
how
to
discipline
your
speech
is
a
way
of
preventing
your
energies
from
spilling
out
of
you
through
the
rupture
of
your
mouth
,
exhausting
you
and
filling
the
world
with
words
,
words
,
words
instead
of
serenity
,
peace
and
bliss
.
Swamiji
,
my
Guru
’
s
master
,
was
a
stickler
about
silence
in
the
Ashram
,
heavily
enforcing
it
as
a
devotional
practice
.
He
called
silence
the
only
true
religion
.
It
’
s
ridiculous
how
much
I
’
ve
been
talking
at
this
Ashram
,
the
one
place
in
the
world
where
silence
should
-
and
can
-
reign
.
So
I
’
m
not
going
to
be
the
Ashram
social
bunny
anymore
,
I
’
ve
decided
.
No
more
scurrying
,
gossiping
,
joking
.
No
more
spotlight
-
hogging
or
conversation
-
dominating
.
No
more
verbal
tap
-
dancing
for
pennies
of
affirmation
.
It
’
s
time
to
change
.
Now
that
Richard
is
gone
,
I
’
m
going
to
make
the
remainder
of
my
stay
a
completely
quiet
experience
.
This
will
be
difficult
,
but
not
impossible
,
because
silence
is
universally
respected
at
the
Ashram
.
The
whole
community
will
support
it
,
recognizing
your
decision
as
a
disciplined
act
of
devotion
.
In
the
bookstore
they
even
sell
little
badges
you
can
wear
which
read
,
"
I
am
in
Silence
.
"
I
’
m
going
to
buy
four
of
those
little
badges
.
On
the
drive
back
to
the
Ashram
,
I
really
let
myself
dip
into
a
fantasy
about
just
how
silent
I
am
going
to
become
now
.
I
will
be
so
silent
that
it
will
make
me
famous
.
I
imagine
myself
becoming
known
as
That
Quiet
Girl
.
I
’
ll
just
keep
to
the
Ashram
schedule
,
take
my
meals
in
solitude
,
meditate
for
endless
hours
every
day
and
scrub
the
temple
floors
without
making
a
peep
.
My
only
interaction
with
others
will
be
to
smile
beatifically
at
them
from
within
my
self
-
contained
world
of
stillness
and
piety
.
People
will
talk
about
me
.
They
’
ll
ask
,
"
Who
is
That
Quiet
Girl
in
the
Back
of
the
Temple
,
always
scrubbing
the
floors
,
down
on
her
knees
?
She
never
speaks
.
She
’
s
so
elusive
.
She
’
s
so
mystical
.
I
can
’
t
even
imagine
what
her
voice
sounds
like
You
never
even
hear
her
coming
up
behind
you
on
the
garden
path
when
she
’
s
out
walking
…
she
moves
as
silently
as
the
breeze
.
She
must
be
in
a
constant
state
of
meditative
communion
with
God
.
She
’
s
the
quietest
girl
I
’
ve
ever
seen
.
"
The
next
morning
I
was
down
on
my
knees
in
the
temple
,
scrubbing
the
marble
floor
again
,
emanating
(
I
imagined
)
a
holy
radiance
of
silence
,
when
an
Indian
teenage
boy
came
looking
for
me
with
a
message
-
that
I
needed
to
report
to
the
Seva
Office
immediately
.
Seva
is
the
Sanskrit
term
for
the
spiritual
practice
of
selfless
service
(
for
instance
,
the
scrubbing
of
a
temple
floor
)
.
The
Seva
Office
administers
all
the
work
assignments
for
the
Ashram
.
So
I
wandered
over
there
,
very
curious
as
to
why
I
’
d
been
summoned
,
and
the
nice
lady
at
the
desk
asked
me
,
"
Are
you
Elizabeth
Gilbert
?
"
I
smiled
at
her
with
the
warmest
piety
and
nodded
.
Silently
.
