Short Story: Swami Agnijoga, And The Story Of Ragha

“Open your eyes. Some uproar is coming from outside.” Raghu woke up lazily.
“Why are you shouting in midnight?” Raghu asked.
“Listen the uproar coming from outside.” Jagan said.
“Uproar!” Raghu sat on the bed. He attentively tried to hear the sounds coming from outside. It was increasing. “Yes, something happening in outside.” He slowly walked toward the door. He opened the door and they came out on the balcony. Ashram members were running here and there. “It is the police!” Jagan said.
“They cordoned the ashram” Raghu replied. They came into the lawn. Ashram members closed the main gate. They were not ready to allow the police to enter inside. Police were requesting to hand over the body of Swami Agnijoga.
“Now police would apply force.”
“Let the young saints go inside” he said to his fellow traveler. He pushed the passengers in the overcrowded train. Some passenger looked in red eye some gave space. The train was full of devotees. They were sitting in the seat along with floor. Few were sleeping and most of were dozing. Some passengers were put their head on con-passenger’s shoulder. Sometimes the next passenger was shouting and sometimes they give a shoulder jerk to the sleeping fellow. Every one was going to Nasik, for Kumbha Mela. This is the most significant religious fair in India. “Give a seat to the saints.” Another old man said to the co-passengers. No seat was empty. People were sitting on the floor. Some made hanging cradle by sari or dhoti between bunks. Bunks were also occupied by passengers in state of luggage. Luggage were hanging on the handgrips of the couch. Most of the passengers were sitting almost on each on other’s lap. Mothers are feeding babies and babies were crying with little interval. Surprisingly it was not creating any disturbance to the sleeping passengers. Bags are moving like pendulum on the top. Some bugs were under the seat some were on the floor. “Leave two seats for younger saints.” Another passenger also shouted. Every was one looking each and other faces. “You, the young man, why you are occupying the seat? Leave it for the saints. Don’t you have fear of God?” The young man looks at the middle-aged man annoyingly. The middle-aged man replied in red eyes. The young man unwillingly left the seat. The saffron capital started giving interest. People respect saffron and they believe that the person is honest; they thought the man might have some extraordinary power. Dress creates miracles in man’s mind. It is tough to identify the religion of a naked human being. Nudity is irreligious, but some dress can create a Godly makeover to anyone. Initially Jagan and Raghu thought turn into