Art of Living came into my life at a time when I needed it the most. I was in a totally miserable condition. I had given up all hope. I needed a helping hand from the Divine
Art of Living came into my life at a time when I needed it the most. I was in a totally miserable condition. I had given up all hope. I needed a helping hand from the Divine. My father died in 2007 in my own arms. It was very hard for me to face this loss as I was extremely attached to him. After spending almost a year in utter grief, another major problem surfaced: marriage. I would feel horribly lonely and sad most of the times, as marriage was not working out in my life. I had no companion with whom I could share my pain, in the hopes of reducing the pain a little. I felt extremely victimised by life. I kept asking the question “Why me?” for which I got no answer in return. I was in a pathetically depressed condition. One day, my sister, who was staying in the U.S. then, called me and told me about Art of Living. She asked me to do a course, too, especially because there was one happening in my neighborhood in Gwalior, India. She made me promise that I would do this upcoming course ...