Their guru passed among them a shallow plate on it arranged some raisins. He invited the shyest to partake of them. She dropped hers on the floor rose clumsily to her feet and collected them up. The guru, a psychiatrist seemingly, rang a handsome Tibetan temple bell three times so they wiped the sleep from their eyes rolled up their mats and stretched their limbs, smiling. She stumbled and caught the bell with her toe kicking it under the chair in the corner to lie there / broken.