Madhuri Sakhi

She had a different plan for me.

I didn't come to the Rasik path through a library or a lecture hall. I found it in the middle of a bus ride, in the salt of my own tears, and in the freezing winters of Canada where the memory of a distant lane in Vrindavan became warmer than any heater.

Before I was a writer or a translator, I was just a boy with worldly dreams — an engineer, a business, a secure life. But Shri Radha Rani had written a different story for me. Through viraha — the ache of separation — She turned every mile between me and Vrindavan into a page.