FICTION "Whatever our intellect knows is through our two eyes and two ears. But what about all those things that cannot be heard or seen, like for istance unconditional love. Unconditional love is beyond the intellect. Because the intellect cannot fathom it, does that imply that it does not exist? If intellect were to be the yardstick of truth then we would be trapped in its jail like a spider caught in its own web. May be there is something greater than our intellect which has escaped our attention because we allowed our intellect to overshadow it. May be the time has come to introspect and examine how far our intellect has estranged us from Truth. The Truth could be something so obvious like unconditional love. It is so simple to connect with our own reservoir of unconditional love, through an instrument inbuilt in us. What if there is an instrument within us through wich we may enjoy unconditional love. What if through that instrument we may receive all the knowledge of the unconditional love. What if through that instrument we may know the Absolute Truth. What if through that instrument we may receive Divine Blessing. What if that instrument overflows with compassion and love. What if we connect with that instrument in the course of an afternoon. What if we give that instrument a name. What if we call her 'Kundalini'".