My Lovely Os.Me Readers,

To start with – Thank you for reading my posts in large numbers. It really means a lot to me. My humble Pranaams to each one of you. 🙏🏼🙏🏼

Of late, you might’ve observed that I keep comments closed on my posts. Candidly, I prefer to live a quiet life far away from the world. Besides, I’m super busy doing things I feel are essential. As our beloved Swami said in his recent Zoom Satsang – I too dislike human interactions! These distract me from my routine and Sadhana.

Still, now and then, I miss talking to you all. Also, there was a point when my email address was public. Even though I’ve closed it now, I continue to receive many emails. Most of those are from readers. I wish to respond to everyone, but time is something I don’t have. So, I decided to do this open forum.

Once in a while, I will publish an Open Forum post like this one. In this, I’ll leave the comments open for a couple of days. Here you can comment to your heart’s fill! Please feel free to write whatever you wish to tell me.

In case you’re wondering what to say to me, here are a few suggestions:

  1. Positivity: I love you, A hug for you, I miss you, and other such notes.
  2. Feedback: You can throw rotten tomatoes (virtual, of course). Or, maybe you wish to say – I can’t stand you; when are you leaving 
  3. Questions: Before you ask me anything, please note that I don’t consider myself an expert in anything. I’ll answer your questions to the best of my ability. If I don’t know something, please rest assured, I will gladly say – I don’t know! 😊
  4. Your Choice: If I give you suggestions on this one, that’s cheating! 😆😊
  5. Nothing to Say? You can read the below poem and give me your thoughts about the same. Seriously, I mean it.


Success is counted sweetest
Poem by Emily Dickinson

Success is counted sweetest
By those who ne’er succeed.
To comprehend a nectar
Requires sorest need.

Not one of all the purple Host
Who took the Flag today
Can tell the definition
So clear of victory

As he defeated – dying –
On whose forbidden ear
The distant strains of triumph
Burst agonized and clear!


I eagerly look forward to chatting with you all. My warmth and adoration to each one of you.

Om Sri Matre Namaha.