Three days later, I received the following email:
You can come and collect your documents in person from our New York application center from 3.00pm to 5.00pm from Monday to Friday.
Thanks & Regards,
And an accompanying email came from Mom when she got the news:
YES!!! Krishna is on your side...
With a lot of dear souls rooting for me, and apparently the Supreme Being, speaker of the Bhagavad-Gita on my side, I picked up my visa from Melissa on Monday afternoon.
I was approved for ten years… I’d not have to do this again until I was 40! I hope that’s not my own lost opportunity…
I suddenly wanted to embrace each person at Cox and Kings!
I offered my humble gratitude to Melissa.
“I’m really happy you got this... Have a great trip.”
I then strolled to the desk across the room where the Einsteinien-Gandhian, whose name I wish I caught, had poured something positive into my dreary day of applying. I waited for her but she was so busy, frantically handling customers that I hesitated before interrupting shyly.
I just wanted to thank you again for your inspiration on Wednesday.
It made a big difference to me.
I received my visa today.
All the best to you!
I felt myself to swim in the current of grace.
As I boarded the plane on Wednesday morning, a week from my application filing, I felt reverberations of appreciation I’m not used to experiencing from having a passport in hand. That would set the tone for my entire trip. Why not beyond?