Pithoragarh Uttarakhand young Sadhu Laxman my friend gone away
My Sadhu friend Laxman in Pithoragarh The name of that 20/21 year sadhu was Laxman Giri. I stumbled upon him in Pithoragarh in 1990, a chance encounter that would forever change my life. His words, his attire, his aura – everything about him captivated me. We formed an unlikely bond, and he became a dear friend to both me and my close companion, Chunna Khattri. Laxman, hailing from somewhere in South India, would often visit Meghna Pithoragarh, and our conversations were filled with laughter, wisdom, and a touch of the mystical. In 1990, he made a prediction that seemed almost prophetic: "Harish," he said, "you will soon leave Pithoragarh for Delhi, and your fame will soar to heights unimaginable." I smiled at his words, dismissing them as the musings of a young soul. After all, I was already a well-known journalist in Pithoragarh, respected by everyone from the local administration to the political elite. My roots were firmly planted there. But fate...