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The Gurus of Patience

Christmas time at a busy airport.

The queue was endless.

And the passengers were getting impatient.

The officials at the immigration counter didn’t care.

They sipped their tea and chatted.

While a few voices cried out “We’re going to miss our flight!”

And babies yelled, sick of being carried, yearning to run free on their tiny feet.

One group of men in saffron robes stood apart.

in their demeanour.

Totally unaffected by the chaos, the crowds and the panic.

They held on to their passports and stood calmly, smiling inside.

They knew, their turn would come, in time.

It was pointless to shove and to shout.

Everybody goes where they are meant to go, when the time is right.

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