Times we miss, even if we were never present in the first place. Days we wish we could have lived through – so what if they only transpired in our heads? Places we always saw ourselves in – in dreams, fantasies, and elaborately constructed plots and subplots with fantastic co-characters. Clothes I always saw myself wearing – sarees, flowers, jewelry. The presence I always want to be part of – and am part of even if I scarcely realize it, most of the time.

That’s my lame lament at having missed the spectacular Navaratri celebrations at the Bangalore Ashram this year. And last year, and the year before. And every year that I remember. Well, there will be another year. Another Navaratri. The Ashram. My most awesome Guruji.

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