A scalding afternoon on a Wednesday in June, Angie with her usual annoyingly radiating self, erupts out of oblivion, “Chinmoy, you’re writing my afterword!” and by the time I processed the words she disappeared again into the crowd. Now that I pen it down, I can see why she is always so animated about her creation. This isn’t just a book, it is an account of what’s been the journey through and about the deepest folds, creases and crevices of the canyons of the heart that still aches for love that was deficient, and remained so.
The ancient Japanese invented Kintsugi, the art of repairing broken pottery by mending the breakage with golden lacquer. The human mind can be a masterpiece in itself when it comes to healing and time is the golden lacquer that can rebuild a shattered heart, making
