As I open the door for my routine prayers, I am pleasantly surprised to see an offering to Baba ji feet by our little Geet
When our little one, Geet Kapoor, just 5 years old, painted and made offerings in our Baba ji room, my heart was full in a way that’s hard to describe. I watched as those tiny hands held a paintbrush with such focus and care, creating something so pure and full of love. The colors were bright, the strokes a little uneven, but to me, it was perfect—because it came straight from her heart.
She then gathered a few small flowers, her idea of “prasad”—and placed them in front of Baba ji with the utmost sincerity. No one had told her what to do or how to do it. It was just her own little way of connecting, of showing love and reverence in the way only a child can.
It reminded me that devotion doesn’t need to be learned or taught—it lives within us, naturally. In that moment, Geet’s innocent offering felt like the purest form of prayer I’d seen in a long time.
