sloka

"Actually, I'm in economy, " said Uttama-sloka, "but let me see what I can do. I know you'd prefer that I sit with you. "

Uttama-sloka turned to me. "Looks like he was a pretty important guy, " he said, "and he appreciated how we helped him with that money. "

Uttama-sloka handed him the card and he slowly made his way back to the stuffy economy section.

Passengers continued to fill the plane when suddenly a well-dressed gentleman came before Uttama-sloka.

"How much do you have? " said Uttama-sloka.

"They always ask me so many questions, " I said to Uttama-sloka afterwards.

"No particular reason, " said Uttama-sloka. "He just ended up with it. "

The officials stopped talking and looked at Uttama-sloka and me.

Outside the terminal the three of us gathered in a quiet area, and Uttama-sloka and I handed the gentleman his money.

The man looked nervously at the officials still absorbed in their discussion and then back at Uttama-sloka and me.

"What's the problem? " whispered Uttama-sloka, looking around to make sure he wasn't being watched.

"I'm in economy, " said Uttama-sloka, "but it's a window seat. "

"How is that possible? " I whispered to Uttama-sloka. "We're together in business class. "

The gentleman quickly counted the cash, divided it into three, and gave me and Uttama-sloka big wads of hundred dollar bills.

In this way, if we can simply understand one book, or one sloka, the perfection is there.