The one who has written these essays is no more. He left us on July 26th, 1986, just before the release of this book. Two months earlier his heart gave a serious indication of his delicate physical condition. A little later, while convalescing, he wrote, “It still feels as if the body is made of porcelain, very breakable.” And it happened.
Since the beginning of 1984, he gave a new turn to his Sadhana which developed through daily experiences — intense, deep and rich...
