28/10/24 1006 am. Drive back to Osho Himalaya.

I was in turmoil. The closer I got the better I felt. I found myself overthinking some decisions, but I watched.

As I waited at the last step, I found myself meditative. I peed and had water at the right times. I found my spine straight with no effort and I found fasting has helped slow my mind down. I wondered what if I fall down, I said let it be so.

The deeper I went, I understood compassion. Why it is that it is the Dalai Lama I meet today, I learned he preaches compassion. The room I live in is called Daya room.

With compassion, many walls were broken. compassion, helped me say ‘there is compassion’.

In this moment we stood up, and got in line. Here too the meditation deepened. Now we look to the left, awaiting His Holiness.

As his cart arrived a woman sang. such a sweet voice, such a quiet moment. Everything was quiet.

As he got up I saw how frail he was, tears welled up. I found myself concerned with what others will say- first it was their negative judgement, but only for a moment. This was followed by concern over how great I must be coming off.

Ignoring these and focusing on the breath, i found myself slow. Each step I felt for him, my tears flowed. How much pain he must be going through. All the imaginations of our meeting, me taking a photo with him and signing it, asking him if he met Osho, all of these were wisps. They were not there.

The khada, which I bought last minute, remained in my pocket. It was not important.

He shook my hand, and I cried. I looked into his eyes, do I wish I had looked longer? I did not do anything. He took my hand and touched it to his forehead. We remained.

Then I walked away slowly, crying. I walked to a bench and sat for some moments. I then got up and began to walk. I was not concerned this time about ‘losing’ what I felt. I called my driver.

As I walked, a friend came along and he said he was full of love. He was from Israel. He asked me questions, and I told him I am trying to become a therapist. He told me I can help many people. His friend did drama and psychology, I asked him to inform me from where.

I gifted him a photo of himself, Chaim, from Israel, on it I wrote ‘full of love’. I then asked him to click mine.

With this I felt completed. This moment is now over. Oh what a beautiful moment it was. Thank you. Happy marriage, Dear Chaim.