*“Ashram”*

After Bhola passed away, we gave him a place on the ashram land. He could not reach the Dharmkot Ashram in life, but with his own hands he planted a sapling there—one that is slowly growing even today. After he left, the Dharmkot Ashram also came to us! We didn’t even realize how all the paths opened on their own. It was a miracle that words can never fully express.

When I think of Bhola, he was just a child, yet what he gave by simply coming into our lives felt impossible. He came, he gave us the opportunity to serve—and after giving that, he left. Sometimes we ask God for something, and often it is not written in our fate. But if our intentions are pure and our thoughts good, then God Himself comes to write that blessing into our destiny. Many times He gives us an opportunity to serve—He makes us serve—and through the fruits of that service, He grants what we had never even imagined. That is why, when life gives you a chance to serve, accept it as God’s divine play. Because service never takes anything from us—it always comes to give something.

That night, I called the driver who had come to pick up Bhola and told him, “Take Bhola back to the same place where he had come from. Maybe he’ll find his family again.”  

But somewhere deep inside, my heart refused to agree. Still, I convinced myself and told him to leave Bhola there. The man took him from the NGO and left for Shivpuri. Inside, my heart was weeping for Bhola. I was missing him. My mind kept asking, “What have you done? This is a sin.” But I kept brushing that thought aside.  

I returned to Kangra. Then, the driver called me and said, “Babaji, I tried to drop him off, but he wouldn’t get down. He keeps crying, pulling on my clothes. His eyes are full of tears! I can’t leave him behind. Please, Babaji, stop me from leaving him.”  

My heart shattered into pieces. I cursed myself, wondering what kind of awful thing I had done. I told the driver, “Can you bring him here to Himachal instead?” He asked, “To Himachal? That far, just for one child?”  

“Yes,” I said. “Bring him here. Leave him with me.”  

*“Ashram”*

Our Bhola had fallen ill. Whatever we gave him to eat, he would vomit it out. We decided to take him ahead in the car because a bigger town was coming up, and surely we would find some doctor there. With that thought, we sent him ahead; my children took him with them. They did find a doctor, and he said that Bhola had a virus because of which he wouldn’t be able to eat anything for at least five days. He would have to be kept only on a drip.

They put him on a drip and brought him back to where we were staying. All of us were very sad that day. Even staying in one place for five days was difficult for us. Now this was another new test from God. That night, I called everyone I knew in that direction. Our whole group began searching for an NGO. We were sure someone would help us. And that’s exactly what happened — we found an NGO in Dehradun, and we spoke to them.

*“Ashram”*

So then, what else was there to think? I had to take him along with me now. Because it felt as if it was his own choice. We couldn't stop him!!

He was extremely calm and loving! So we named him *Bhola*. I told him, “I’ll take you with me to Kangra.” Now that he had come along with us, I kept thinking—how would I keep him at home? There were already two kids there; they would fight with him. After thinking about it, I told him, “Alright, I will take you to the Dharmkot Ashram!” I held his face in my hands and told him all this, and that child listened to everything with such attention!

But the moment I mentioned the Ashram… after some time, the whole topic of the ashram came up in our group. And the discussion went so far that I ended up telling everyone the entire story so far!