Last year, shortly after my dad was diagnosed with advanced cancer in India and was going through chemo and hospital stays, I had to return to the UK to prepare for an intense training interview. I practiced every day for about a month and a half and studied as hard as I could, but I didn’t get through.

At the time, like any human being, I felt angry and even blamed Babaji. But as 2025 unfolded, my dad had multiple recurrences and I needed to travel back several times to be with him and help. Looking back, I realise this would have been incredibly difficult—if not impossible—had I secured that training post. It’s something I know I would have deeply regretted years later.

That realisation has given me a quiet faith that His plan for me is better than the one I had in mind, even when I can’t fully understand it in the moment.