Discovering and Realizing My Soul's True Purpose (Part 1)

"Unveiling the Journey: Discovering and Realizing My Soul's True Purpose"

27 Years in the Making: My Journey to Finally Start Blogging! 

Part-1 

There are often two kinds of people who stay silent: those who wait for the right moment to respond, and those who choose their words carefully to convey their message effectively. This is precisely why I've decided to let the ocean of my tangled words flow into meaningful streams. My goal is simple: to prevent millions from climbing the wrong platform by learning from my experiences and mistakes.

In my journey, I'll present raw, unfiltered, and real incidents. Whether you choose to learn from them, judge me or simply enjoy this mystical journey from a creative perspective is up to you. As I mentioned, my purpose is not to preach but to finally share the truth of my 27-year journey with everyone.

Let's talk about what happened in these 27 years that transformed me from a hesitant speaker and writer to a sort of activist. Though I remain silent, I have learned to wield words like arrows.

I was born on the dawn of Janmashtami, August 26th, 1997. My mother had kept a fast for Shri Krishna, perhaps unaware that she was about to receive the greatest gift of this age before she could even break her fast. Yet, the sad truth is that she never fully realized this blessing.

Everything seemed to be going smoothly as I turned four. Though I couldn’t yet comprehend the complexities of the world, I had a vague sense that something wasn’t quite right in my family. But before I delve into those shadows, let me relive those pure, carefree days of my earliest years.

I still remember how my father would teach me the secrets of life on a whiteboard, preparing me to stay ahead of the world. I remember my mother, who, with her unique creativity, would craft clothes for me that made me feel no less than a little Marilyn Monroe. I was graced with innocent beauty, something I realized whenever neighbours eagerly waited for their turn to hold me in their arms.

That childhood, filled with laughter and light, vanished into a dark embrace where even speaking to the neighbour's daughter became forbidden. It was impossible for my four-year-old self to grasp the weight of it all, yet that carefree soul adapted. Even when my mother, sitting in the back of an overloaded truck, told me, "From now on, this is your father," I was willing to accept a new reality and call another man 'Papa.' 

Imagine growing up believing someone else was your father. I did—and I failed. Now, after years of carrying this burden, I'm finally ready to unveil this painful journey. My heart and mind have reached their limit, and as I walk the path of spiritual healing, I know it's time to release what's been buried deep within me. This is a necessary step toward self-enlightenment, a stage crucial to my spiritual awakening.

On this path, I realized that my journey as a writer is not yet fully defined. It’s not just for me but for everyone who reads my blog with an open heart. My purpose in writing isn't driven by financial gain but by a small yet powerful hope—to spread love and light across the universe.

This journey has begun, and it is one without end. I promise that with each blog, you'll be drawn into a sea of unknown insights. So, be patient with me as I drop the next part—and all the ones to come—every Monday & Friday.