"Words are only painted fire; a look is the fire itself." — Mark Twain

My dear family, the sweet aftertaste of our time at Haritachala has often been coming to my mind. Moments like sitting around the crackling bon-fire emanated not just warmth but a deep silence inside me. There was a sacred quality to the fire that night. For a tiny moment everything seemed to have burnt clean in that fire — the chatter of thoughts, a sense of who I was, where I was, the constructs in my mind, the simmering emotions inside and time itself! And each time the fire crackled and changed its form it was Perfection.

My experience in Shirdi has been very special these last few days. I have been getting the opportunity for darshan in the samadhi mandir about 5 to 6 times a day. And I am feeling very blessed. Also there is ample opportunity for the few who are here to spend time alone at daddy's samadhi or get involved in decoration, cleaning, arati and everything in between!

                 This is the introduction to the Saipatham Diary 2013. The theme of this diary is Wit & Humour.

                   This is the introduction to the Saipatham Diary 2012. The theme of this diary is Art & Aesthetics.

                                                          All day I think about it, then at night I say it.
                                           Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing?
                                                                                    I have no idea.
                                                             My soul is from elsewhere, I’m sure of that,
                                                                       and I intend to end up there.