He reached Madhav’s hut and peered through the cracks. The hut was filled with a soft, blue light. Madhav was sitting on the floor, and though his back was to the door, there was a second shadow on the wall—a slender figure holding a flute to its lips.
The merchant blinked, and in an instant, the light vanished. Madhav was alone, sleeping peacefully on his mat with a fresh garland of Kadamba flowers around his neck—flowers that didn't bloom in that season. He reached Madhav’s hut and peered through the cracks
The next morning, the village didn't call him "Pagal Madhav" anymore. They realized that in a world chasing shadows, the only one who was truly sane was the man who had found the Light. If you'd like, I can: The merchant blinked, and in an instant, the light vanished