It was in Purnia, on a warm July night in 2003, that this chapter began. The clock had just crossed into the twenty-third of July, exactly midnight, 00:00 hours, when I emerged from my mother’s womb into the world. At…
Where a story really begins, and where it really ends, is difficult to determine. The soul has neither a beginning nor an end, and the same is true even for this character named Adi Suyash. For he is neither separate…
From childhood, I have held a distinct and enduring love for fire, a fascination that remains alive within me even today. I once kept a collection of lighters (though it was often misunderstood by others…). At home, there were substances…
When I was in school, I remember this clearly, although strangely I don’t remember anything good about my school, only the bad memories. Perhaps nothing good ever happened! The memory goes something like this: I had no friends. Mostly because…
Adi Suyash recounts this experience in the introduction to his book Threads of Transcendence, describing the moment when he was about to leave his body. “When I experienced the ultimate truth through intense Śaktipāta from Śiva, I wanted to leave the physical…
