"In a sense," the Sage replied. "But we are leaves with the ability to steer, if we understand the wind."
In the ancient city of Varanasi, situated on the banks of the holy Ganges, lived a young man named Aditya. He was a scholar of great promise, well-versed in the Vedas and the Shastras, but he carried a heavy burden in his heart: a deep-seated doubt about the science of Astrology (Jyotish). brihat parashar hora shastra pdf
The Sage smiled and reached into a worn leather satchel beside him. He pulled out a bundle of palm leaves, bound together with thread. The script was ancient, the edges frayed. "In a sense," the Sage replied