A crazy cuckoo in love, singing glories of my Mother Divine; a teardrop at the pink lotus feet of my Master, a nobody, just a happy bundle of life, full of my Mother's joy who only wishes to spread loving kindness, smiles, hope and compassion around, truthfully treading the path that my Master lights in his playground. I am not a Bhakta, I am not a Gyani, I am not a worker for the Lord. These are only what I aspire to be blessed as. What am I then? A tool in the hands of my Master, a flute blown by the Divine Enchanter, a leaf driven by the breath of the Goddess - that's all the labels I would wish to identify with to introduce myself for the rest will fall off anyways.

Who am I to question existence? I am a seeker and want to understand the minute to grand mechanical parts making this plane of existence possible.

𝑺𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒖𝒍 𝒊𝒏 𝑴𝒖𝒅𝒅𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅🌎 𝑰 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝑺𝒓𝒊 𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒊

"The Power is inside every man, the different works are like Blows to bring them out, To cause these Giants to wake up"- Swami Vivekananda

I am a student ,a fifteen year old a girl with an extremely sweet tooth, a Baker at times, a bibliophile , an ambivert , a devotee and an aspiring scientist.

Starving for knowledge and eager to transform my life to God's highest will.

Motivational Blogger. Fictionist. Poet.