From the hotel we went through this town named Haldwani. Small ways full of people and rikshaws and cars and cows and horses and dogs and children and shops and temples and roads and places, around this corner, there left here right and then we came to a small place, called Patel Chowk.

In the middle a very big tree, some shops around and a big temple and few bykes and motorbykes and two cars. There was a shop at the end with three single steps. An american girl we met before in the hotel went with us and she entered the shop first, then Kishan and than me.

It was dark inside and hot and a fan gave some cool air. And after my friend went out of the view I saw Him first time:

The Guru Sri Munirajji

It was a respectable man with glasses and very proper dressed looking like my father or all the authorities I hate in my life. Kishan made some bowing down to this man, I didn't know this and lifted up my hand and said. Hello.

No reaction, He even didn't really look at me.

We sat down, the Guru sat at a table and Kishan introduced this american girl, she spoke in a bright american english and quite loud: I am Nancy from Dallas/Texas. The Guru greeted friendly back.

Kishan went on and said: And this is a very old ... The Guru moved his arm down and Kishan went silent. I was shocked; and my curiosity went into "no like". I looked away and around in the shop, and I saw Him:

A Saddhu with long black Jatta (dreadlocks), wearing a black lady dress with little red roses design upper. He smiled to me and I smiled to Him. Buthnath, King of the Ghosts ...

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