Once, don’t remember how old I was, may be 13, I tried to run away from my home. Probably it was evening when I left on my little red bicycle. Sun hadn’t set yet and soon after riding two kms out side my village, I felt tired. I stopped for a while, sat on a small bridge and tried to reason with myself why I was doing what I was doing. Where would I go? what would I do? First option, which always came was Haridwar, A small holy pilgrim town up north. Although wasn’t sure on what I would do so gave up on my first attempt of renunciation. Who knew I would finally take the leap in the fourth stage of my life. Some one said beautifully, “we are not human beings on a spiritual journey but we are the spiritual beings on a human journey”.