Speck of dust under Swamiji's holy lotus feet

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.

A Physics enthusiast, nature lover, photographer, a researcher, a seeker getting anchored by super strong & graceful Swamiji. Being a good human is my Sadhana. I want to remain a student till I die..

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.

Swami's scribe. I would like to imagine myself as a wordsmith tinkering in a workshop.

Starting to write my story... The one that starts with peace and ends at peace