I had pictured the same for my abode, wherever it is it has yet to come but it will wherever it is waiting for me. In India with Yogesh Sharma who I consider to be like a teacher to me, I learnt a little about Krishna and Radha and was fascinated, very fascinated. I watched him do pooja in his mini mandir, I offered milk and brought Ladoo Gopal to sleep every night. At customs I was able to recite the story of Brindhavan to the immigration officer and he was very pleased. In fact after India I felt changed, opted for a more simple life and started adopting a vegetarian diet. Since then more Gods have appeared; I have started studying Buddhism and I think I’ll be very changed after Dharamsala. This Ramazan has been a difficult but lifting Ramazan for me; for a long time after numerous fights with God, I never thought I’d find myself kneeled down praying into the night. I would read the Yassin 6 times consecutively, break down my bad conscience with Buddhist philosophy, call upon the Universe and all its positive energy to heal me, and then dance to a meditative piece whilst the rest of the world stopped around me.