"Hi Baba, do the lunges with your foot balanced on the frontal balls of the following foot while you place your weight on the entire leading foot on the floor of the Pool!"
A picture of the correct way todo the lunge instantaneously flashed into my stunned mind
"Who's this—wha-whats- happening?"
"I'm A95, your son, Baba!"
I looked around " I can't see you son."
"I no longer exist on your plane, Baba! This is my astral body, Baba! Let me give you yogic Divyadrishti—now you should be able to see me."
There he was , my son A95, who had died just 5 days back, standing in the Swimming Pool smiling lovingly at me! After five days of searching , finding his body , rushed funeral...I had returned to my beloved aqua-aerobics to calm my shattered mind.
But he was shining with a semi-Divine glow, clothed in a dhoti, seated on a peacock & holding a bow and arrow in his hands: even though his dear face & features were the same, his physique had undergone an astounding metamorphosis!!!
No longer was A95 a bespectacled puny nerd: death seemed to have transformed him into a Greek god!
"Not Greek, Baba Indian or Hindu: I am Kartikeyan aka Murugan or Subramaniam the 6-faced One! I was under a curse of Sage Agasthya to serve out 21 years on the mortal plane aka Martya! "
