"I’m forty-seven. Aging is an undesirable part of my life. I have felt the allure of trying to salvage youthfulness with hair dyes and skin creams. . ."
Making sure I had his attention, I said, “Parameshvara, do you know you’re not your body?”
“I’m not?” he exclaimed in amazement. He looked at me expectantly, awaiting explanation.
How did we get into this cycle of reincarnation in the first place? How many times do I have to reincarnate? How exactly does the soul transmigrate from one body to another?
"When she was a year and a half old, she used to cradle a pillow or a block of wood in her arms and address it as 'Minu.' Minu, she said, was her daughter. . ."
