Follow The Synchronicities

I came out of the student union after lunch to be greeted by this really large hand-painted sign where every letter was a slightly different color. It was a painting and design teacher. Her students had made the signs that had attracted my attention. I was the only one from the engineering college that was there. Midway through, a neighbor lady came in from the house next door. She stood respectfully in the distance listening to what I was saying. Then she left and she came back with a book. It was Autobiography of a Yogi. Now, if somebody had given that to me two weeks before, I'd have looked at it and I'd just tossed it.