The third pillar is the one people apologise for. They will speak of knees and of sleep. They hesitate before they speak of silence, of prayer, of the river.
We do not require a doctrine. We require a relationship — with your own interior, with the people who share your table, and with the ground under your feet.
In Pune the hills are close. So is the noise. Spiritual practice, for us, is the art of not disappearing into either. A sit in the morning. A walk without a podcast. A monthly gathering where no one is trying to improve you.
Be still. Not because the world has finished with you — because you have not finished belonging to it.