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 Spiritual seeker, a painter and a IT Professional. I am learning and sometimes sharing! Thank you!

Subbu is who I am, Gurusharan is who I want to be. Right now it seems like a long arduous path, but who knows!!! If Grace allows, I might get there in the blink of an eye.

The One who makes the thunder roar and simultaneously hears a butterfly sigh; the One into whose ears fall all our ardent prayers for She hears even the footsteps of a tiny baby ant; That Empress alone is the Writer, the Written and the Reader. In eternal service of that Supreme Divinity. Happy Reading! Love and Light. Jai Shri Hari💕✨