Memories flood my mind as the awaited day finally arrives—Darshan on 24 Jan 2023 at 4:45 pm in Radha Kunj. Ramesh remains calm, immersed in his Adult Coloring Book, while I buzz around, eagerly preparing for the moment. “Don’t forget to buy gift wrapping paper and a ribbon,” I remind him for the umpteenth time. Patiently, he assures me, and I eagerly plan to present Him with the book “Ageless Tales” I self-published on Amazon.
The excitement is palpable, akin to a child showing off a new toy to her mother. Ramesh meticulously wraps the book, struggling to tie the satin bow perfectly. With a long list of blessings and gratitude in mind, we enter the Darshan hall, albeit late, finding only two vacant chairs at the far end.
Amidst the flurry of activity, I clutch the book close to my heart, waiting eagerly. And then, there He is—our eyes lock, and His smile radiates the brilliance of a thousand suns, exuding the serenity of a thousand moons. My heart dances, my soul sings, as I anticipate His entrance from the unexpected direction.
True to His divine play, He enters from the exit and meets us first. Ramesh shares his concerns, and I present my book. His words in Kannada, “I will read,” resonate like nectar to my ears, a language of love that transcends barriers. With blessings and rose petals, He moves on, leaving me with a sense of contentment in uncertainty.
Though I may not have shared all I intended, I am not disheartened. For in leaving something behind, there is always the promise of return. With each moment, I eagerly await the next Darshan, embracing the wonder and celebration of His divine dance.
In gratitude and anticipation,
Leela Ramesh


The divine play of entering from exit door reminds one of Lord Krishna .