The above mentioned initial separation, though medically necessary, left a lasting and profound impression, and a subtle yet persistent void in my early years. Fortunately, the loving care of my nanny, a woman whose own child was tragically sent to an orphanage, filled that void with an abundance of affection and warmth.

Growing up, I was driven by adrenaline, trying to squeeze into my life peace and happiness from worldly pleasures. One thing led to another, giving me plenty of momentary returns which subsequently vanished. I then fall back into the same rut of restlessness and fear, and the cycle starts all over again.

However, my innate desire for peace and happiness led me to meditation. In meditation, the fear and rebellion surfaced, but consistent and committed practice eventually erased those memories and brought in permanent bliss. Academically gifted, I consistently topped my class, pursued physical fitness at the gym, and enjoyed a vibrant social life, surrounded by many girlfriends. Yet, beneath the surface, a deep-seated sense of meaninglessness persisted, a vacuum that remained unfilled despite external successes. This internal struggle continued for a considerable time until I discovered meditation, a practice that finally offered the purpose and direction my life had been craving for. As a result I reached a point of BLISSFUL awareness, the knowledge of which I would like to impart to others.