This is the author's one-off mother work, of the kind people write at the end of their lifetime, when all things become known. It has turned into a series of four independent books, fiction and nonfiction.
He was born to inheritors of the Vedic Way, to parents who were economically disadvantaged after a thousand year occupation of their land by alien hordes. They were the only god and goddess he knew through his growing up days, spent in part in a school by the River Ganges. The boy left home for his graduate studies in one of the prestigeous IITs, never to return being a part of the family.
Early, even while pursuing his profession, he was introduced to works of several modern seers, and to ancient knowledge scriptures, which became his primary refuge and vocation. He shares snippets of his life in his works.
Today, past sixty, he lives in worlds he chooses to be in. It is a life eternally bouyed of gratitude and spent in thanksgiving of the silent kind.