How Miracle Happened In My Life

It’s difficult to define pain and pleasure—two opposite emotions that dictate our well-being.

Through my numerous interactions with more than a hundred souls, I’ve come to realize:

For some, pain is losing their loved ones.

For others, it’s losing a high-paying job.

Some feel pain when they have nothing left to do except wait for death.

And then, there’s another kind of pain—the one that comes when basic needs are out of reach. The pain of hunger, of not having a roof over your head, of lacking even the bare minimum to survive. I have experienced this pain.

But nobody talks about it. Nobody bothers. Because most people don’t understand what real pain is, let alone experience it.

The same applies to pleasure. We are so immersed in materialistic pleasures that we have no idea what spiritual pleasure means. And that’s okay. Not all of us are meant to be Amitabh Bachchan or Shahrukh Khan. Life has its own game plan for each of us.

But within our own limits, we must try to redefine and rewrite our destiny. And that is only possible when we surrender—to the force that governs our lives—and keep doing our karma to the best of our abilities.

When we truly surrender, miracles happen.

I experienced one recently.

One of my clients had been withholding my payment. I was in urgent need of funds for my daughter’s wedding and was short by ₹2 lakh. I sent them an invoice for ₹22,500, at least for the GST payment, hoping they would clear it.

But I also did something else.

I turned to my Guruji—Babaji—who introduced Kriya Yoga to the world through Paramhansa Yogananda, the author of Autobiography of a Yogi. I told him, "You take care. I surrender to you completely."

The next day, I received a payment.

Not ₹22,500.

But ₹2,22,500.

Someone had added a zero. And somehow, it went unnoticed.

In a ₹1000-crore company, where checks and balances are strict, where every transaction is scrutinized, how could such a mistake happen?

It wasn’t extra money. It was exactly what was owed to me. Exactly what I needed.

A coincidence? I don’t think so.

A miracle? Absolutely.

Who made this happen? My Babaji.

If you seek miracles, they won’t come. But if you surrender—genuinely, completely, in your true helplessness—something shifts. The universe listens.

I surrendered. And the universe, through Babaji, responded.

I share real-life stories. If this one helps you in any way, I am grateful.

Photo by Viktoriia Kondratiuk

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