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But Yogi was not finished. He pointed to another point of light. “And that one there? That is your future husband. He is not a prince. He is a potter’s son, and he is building a wheel tonight, thinking of no one, and yet the stars have bound his fate to yours.”

King Vajra had a problem. His only daughter, Princess Chandrika, had not smiled in seven years. Not at festivals, not at the birth of a white elephant, not even when the royal jester tripped into the fountain. The king had offered half his treasury to any physician, magician, or sage who could cure her. None succeeded. astrology yogi

And that is the secret of the astrologer-yogi: not to predict, but to join the sky to the heart, and the heart to the next small step. But Yogi was not finished