Twist
"Do you know the forbidden spells?" Ishit asked with the smile of an expert. He had never imagined teaching someone would be so fun. He liked the feeling. It was a strange experience – he could still recall the odd but pleasant sensation in his heart when he had accepted Viswa as his apprentice. His mind calmed down. Many things he couldn't understand before suddenly were as clear as day. The look of reverence in Viswa's eyes had done something to him. Something too subtle to pinpoint.
Ishit couldn't help but recall the strange tradition of Bharat that he had seen in Onish's memories.
A disciple used to bow down to his master, and master used to do the same.
As they both said.
Namaste!! ( I bow down to you.)
Ishit pondered upon the reason behind the tradition.
Maybe each time a guru helped a pupil, he gained something too.