An early teen who loves paper, be it blotting it or flipping it, patching up stuff from craft material, and like any other human being, sweet and salty delicacies! All glories to Swamiji.
My self-composed poems that swamiji had so lovingly read out to everyone.
No, not a heroic story. Just tricks to conquer irritation.
Stop giving thought to what others will think. Because they won't ever stop doing...
A handmade birthday card for our beloved swamiji, made by me.
An anecdote of how Swamiji's Leela spreads across even a diary.
Does a pair of spectacles make you see the world as a kinder place?
Melodious guitar strings offered at the Divinity's feet 😇
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