On October 9th, 2025, we booked our family trip to Sweden for December 24th–31st. Soon after, I travelled to India to attend Bhagawan’s Jayanthi at Kanimadam and to spend time with my parents. That Jayanthi felt especially blessed. Throughout my stay, I experienced Bhagawan’s presence and grace in every moment. While I was in India, my sister’s family in Sweden began planning our holiday, organising a road trip and booking accommodations and car rentals. Amid all this, my constant prayer to Bhagawan was that our journey would be filled with beautiful memories. In recent times, my heartfelt prayer has also been that my husband and children may come to truly realise the grace and blessings of our Bhagawan.
Karunamurthi — our Bhagawan’s boundless karunai.
On December 9th, I returned to the UK and resumed work the very next day. On December 15th, a casual conversation with a colleague about renewing his passport through a premium service planted an unseen seed, though at the time I did not realise it. It never occurred to me to check my youngest son Srihari’s passport, perhaps because it was a child passport with a shorter validity and had always been carefully monitored before.
Yet, on the night of December 16th, just before going to bed, an unexplainable urge arose within me. I went and checked Srihari’s passport—and my heart sank. It was valid only until March 26th, whereas travel to Sweden required validity until at least the first week of April. We were shocked. This was something we never missed, yet somehow it had slipped past us. By then it was already past midnight, early morning of December 17th. We immediately searched for solutions. There was no same-day premium service available for a child’s passport. With no other option, we applied for the Fast Track service. We woke Srihari from his sleep, took his photograph, submitted the application, and received an in-person appointment for December 19th at 2:00 p.m., when the documents would be accepted for processing.
The time between December 19th and our flight on December 24th was painfully short, further reduced by a weekend and Christmas holidays. Anxiety filled the house, and the thought of cancelling the trip loomed heavily over us. Yet deep within, I felt unwavering faith that Bhagawan would not abandon us. It was only by His grace that I checked the passport that night; otherwise, we would have discovered the issue only at the airport. The intuition that guided me was none other than His divine prompting.
On December 19th, when the passport office reviewed our documents, the submitted photograph was rejected. Panic spread once again. We even began discussing cancelling flights and accommodations, only to realise they were non-refundable. In the midst of this chaos, my son uploaded another photograph taken at school, though we were unsure if it met all the requirements. At that moment, I placed everything at Bhagawan’s feet, accepting that whatever unfolded was His will. I told my husband and son that if, after all these obstacles, the passport still arrived before the 24th, it could only be Bhagawan’s leelai.
The 20th and 21st passed without any updates. On the 22nd, we finally received an “approved” status, though uncertainty remained about whether the passport would arrive in time. Then, by the immeasurable grace of our Bhagawan, the passport was delivered on the afternoon of December 23rd. I was overwhelmed beyond words, filled with gratitude and awe at His love and compassion.
With Bhagawan’s blessings, our journey unfolded beautifully. While we were in Finland, searching for the Northern Lights, we were gifted a magical sight. At that moment, a song kept echoing in my heart:
“Patchai patchai aai uduthi
Patchai mayil vaganan pol
Itchai ellam tharuvaan kiliyay.”
Once again, Bhagawan reminded me that He listens, He guides, and He protects—always, in ways seen and unseen.
