An electric shock seemed to pass through my body at the sound of his voice. It was a powerful, seamless voice, almost inhuman in its controlled majestic force. I didn’t so much listen as felt enveloped in a warm, eerie experience. I wasn’t a religious person, but I experienced what seemed like a spiritual experience, so acutely that the bizarre thought occurred to me that, should I somehow touch him, I could say that I had touched something holy.
When Joshi stopped and quietly folded his hands in the traditional gesture of completion, the crowd seemed petrified and made no move. Minutes passed before a giant roar of applause followed his humble, quick exit from the stage.