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The Devi Dasi

Obvious question – why The Devi Dasi?  It feels almost bizarre to call it a rebrand but I felt the need for an identifier that was as pervasive to me as my name. I’ve written about my name and the weight and sanctity it holds to me here.   In addition to my name, however, as…

Day 92

Today I’m rejoicing because summer festival season is upon us which means catching up with old friends, meeting new friends, spending even more time with family and feeling all those happy summer vibes. Grateful for this overwhelming happiness even as astrologers say the planets are losing their minds. Apparently this feeling, dancing on tall chairs…

Day 73

There’s a new facet to my father that I’ve started to deeply admire recently. In a world of pretension and artifice, he has spent the last 31 years wearing his beliefs on his sleeve. Proudly stamped with bright yellow Tilak on his forehead, Shikha tuft of hair, salt and peppery with flashes of Gopi Chandan…

Day 72

I worry for my dad because he is a revolutionary. He wears his convictions on his sleeve and he lives by the credo “if you don’t stand for something, you’ll fall for anything”. To that end, he has picked an unconventional path within an unconventional path. As a full-time Hare Krishna preacher, he has chosen…

Day 71

My dad has optimism down to a science. Sometimes it blinds him from reality but those instances are few and far between. Plus you have 6.9 billion other people in the world to give you that reality check. You know the book How to Stop Worrying and Start Living? If Dale Carnegie were alive he…

Day 69

So much of my childhood narrative focuses on my mother; that she homeschooled us, that we were spoiled with attention and care, that there was so much love growing up – so much so that sometimes my father, our backbone, gets left out of the details. He’s incredibly smart – a university gold medalist and…