It was the year 2021. I had gone to Haryana in connection with my child’s wedding. One evening, we were all sitting together, chatting casually. Suddenly, my child said with great enthusiasm, “Babaji, there is a very beautiful Hanuman temple nearby. There is also a very large and magnificent idol of Lord Hanuman there. Let’s go there today.”

Without thinking for a moment, I smiled and said, “Yes, why not… let’s go right away.” There were about seven or eight of us in total. Everyone got into the car and we set off toward the temple. Throughout the journey, there was laughter, conversations, and light-hearted discussions. During that time, I was also sharing some of my thoughts with everyone about the future and the changing situations in the country and the world.

After some time, we reached the temple. From a distance itself, the विशाल (grand) statue of Lord Hanuman was visible—majestic, serene, and filled with an incredible energy of its own. As soon as we entered the temple परिसर (premises), the first thing we saw was a temple of Goddess Lakshmi. I said to the children, “Whenever I go to a temple, I feel as if God opens the doors of grace and personally invites us inside. The same will happen today—you’ll see.”

The memories of that time still live on in a tender corner of my heart—like an unfinished prayer that continues to rise toward the sky.

A small portion of the sacred land of the ashram had already been sold. Though that piece was small in size, its significance to me was immense. Again and again, one vision would arise in my mind—that right there, a grand, divine, and serene idol of Lord Hanuman would be स्थापित… a place where every visitor could forget their sorrows and feel both strength and devotion awakening within.

I made many requests to the owner of that land—humbly and earnestly—but perhaps it was never meant to happen. He had his own needs and eventually built his home there. The day this became certain, something within me broke. I cried… I cried deeply. Those tears were not just for the land, but for the dream I had lovingly nurtured in my heart.

After establishing the trust, my mind became focused on a single goal—to create a sacred place where there would be peace, service, and the presence of God. With this intention, I kept going from place to place looking for land. I would look at every new piece of land with hopeful eyes, imagining in my heart: an ashram will be built here, bhajans will be sung here, and weary people will find rest here. But somehow, every time, something felt incomplete. No land could truly touch my heart. Everything seemed fine from the outside, but from within, there was no voice saying, “Yes, this is the place.”

Slowly, time passed, and disappointment began to settle in my heart. It started to feel as if my search was in vain. One day came when I felt it was better to simply sit down in exhaustion. A thought arose in my mind that perhaps the time had not yet come, or maybe my wish would remain unfulfilled.

But as they say—when a person gives up, that is when God begins His divine play. One day, suddenly, an uncle who lived in my neighborhood came to me. There was a natural simplicity on his face. He directly asked, “Do you need land?” Without thinking much, without any argument or reasoning, I immediately said “yes.” Today, when I reflect on it, I realize that “yes” was not mine—it was inspired by some unseen divine force.

As soon as my dream broke, I suddenly sat up. There was a strange stir within my heart—wonder, peace, and an unspoken joy all at once. What I had just experienced did not feel like an ordinary dream. It felt as if I had truly had a vision of God, as if I had actually felt His presence. That divine experience had touched something deep within me.

I immediately shared the dream with my family. There was curiosity in everyone’s eyes and faith in their words—everyone said the same thing, “This is God’s blessing.” Hearing this made me happy, but to be honest, at that time I could not understand the true meaning of the dream. I only felt that something special had happened—something beyond the ordinary.

Time slowly moved forward. Years passed, and life continued at its own pace. At that time, there was no thought in my mind of building an ashram. I simply kept doing whatever I felt inspired to do from within, in the name of God, considering it to be His will. Everything seemed to happen on its own—without any planning, without any insistence.