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The hut stood quietly in the middle of nowhere. For some reason I find it less crowded of late. Maybe people aren't just finding time to see the Guru. I sat cross-legged on the floor, staring at the Guru as he sat on a slightly elevated platform. He had a benign smile as he waited for me to open up. "Let me ask you something," I said finally. "What exactly is stress?" "Why do you ask?" the Guru said. "Are you stressed right now?" "I guess I am. I feel a kind of pressure... not physical, but constant. Expectations—from work, family, the world—pressing in from all sides." "Someone poking you physically all the time?" he asked with a hint of mischief. "Of course not," I said, laughing softly. "It’s just... everything that needs to be done. The deliverables at work, the fear of failure, my children’s future—it all weighs on me." He looked around the hut, then back at me. "But right now," he said...