This morning in Pahalgam, sitting with a simple breakfast of sambar and idli, I felt something deeper than taste or flavor. In the air around me, in the collective atmosphere, there was a vibration of greed — and I sensed it right in my sacral. Not as my own craving, but as an energy moving through the space, through people. And it made me pause. Greed is not really about money or possessions. It’s spiritual hunger mistaken for material hunger. A misdirected longing for union