Jains Through Time

SR No.: 006591
Original Sutra Author: N/A
Author: Shilapi Sadhvi
Publisher: Veerayatan
Total Pages: 282
Language: English
Classification: Book_English
File Size: 16 MB

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immediately gripped by a sensation of deeply. She felt like a daughter who had wonder, as if every atom of her body had returned to her father's house only to find become fully alive for the first time. Every that everyone had forgotten who she was. fibre of her being seemed to be saying Sadhvishri went quiet and tried to fathom something; seemed to be trying to indicate the depth of the question. As she went something to her, inviting her to do deeper and deeper into it, she realised that something. That magical moment made an these people had completely forgotten indelible impression on her mind, and about their past. Still in a state of sealed within her being a spectrum of introspection, she pictured the ancestors of indescribable experiences.
this tribe sitting calmly, meditatively, in a
serene posture, listening to the preaching of On her return, however, an incident a Tirthankar in a samavasarana. As Sadhvishri occurred which, though small, had a continued her descent, she determined to dramatic influence on Sadhvishri, and only bring back their forgotten memories and served to strengthen her resolve. As she was restore this precious vision once again to coming down from the mountain, her them. thoughts still crossing the high peaks, she saw a group of tribal woodcutters going up From Bihar to Calcutta in the opposite direction, collecting dry Deeply moved by her experiences in sticks and leaves in their baskets. When they Rajgir, Sadhvishri's desire to build caught sight of her strange attire, they were Veerayatan was strengthened, and she set off startled and stood to one side. As Sadhvishri for Calcutta with renewed vigour. She was drew nearer, on her progress down the welcomed there by the former Chief mountain, one of them blurted out, "Who Minister of Bengal, Shri Vijay Singhji are you people?"
Nahar, who was greatly impressed by her
warm personality. She completed her It was an ordinary question but it hurt her chaturmas at Badabazar in Howrah, where,