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.

Seeker, learning to live by my Dharma, discovering my truth, endeavouring to be a true disciple of my Guru, our Swamiji.. All but just a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.

I firmly believe in what I say. And i believe that you're cherished. You are gracious. You are valuable and gorgeous.

A divine being leading a human life. However, I do not know my level of divinity (wink wink)

Work in progress

Floating in Space.

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