Saibaba's Whisper of Destiny

The day we walked into Sai Baba’s temple together will forever feel like a dream my soul prayed for long before my lips ever spoke it. Months ago, we had stood in this same place as strangers with gentle smiles, as friends unaware of the love waiting to bloom. That meeting was accidental to the world, but in my heart, I now know it was the first whisper of destiny. And when we returned...this time with love written between our palms, with hearts belonging to each other...I could not stop my tears. In that sacred silence, it felt as though Sai himself was showing me: “This is the one I created for you, this is the soul I tied to yours.”

I remember the warmth of the aarathi, the flames dancing like blessings sent from heaven. Every time I came to this temple before, I carried him secretly in my thoughts. When the lamp was passed, I would imagine touching it to his head, praying silently for his health, his peace, his happiness. But this time, my love was no longer a prayer hidden in silence. He was beside me, his presence as real as my heartbeat. And when I lifted the aarathi to his forehead, my hands trembled, because it was not imagination anymore...it was life, it was us, it was love being blessed by God Himself.

The songs of the aarathi filled the temple, and yet, it felt as though the only music that existed was the rhythm of our hearts. I closed my eyes and prayed, not for riches, not for fortune, but for the simple miracle of “us.” For our togetherness to never break, for our love to be strong enough to heal every wound, for SaiBaba to keep our souls tied beyond this life. I prayed for his smile to never fade, for his health to be protected in every storm, for his dreams to blossom in the warmth of divine grace. And when I opened my eyes, he was there...standing, smiling, unaware that in my heart, I was already building a lifetime with him under Sai’s watchful eyes.

In that moment, the temple was not just a place of worship, but the witness to our love story. The same walls that once saw us as friends now saw us as lovers. The same deity who watched my silent tears months ago now watched my overflowing joy. Every corner of the temple seemed to whisper, “This love is sacred, this union is blessed.” My tears would not stop, because I realized how rare it is to be shown so clearly by God that a person is meant for you. It felt like Sai himself had held my hand and placed it in his, saying, “Walk together, for I am with you.”

As we left the temple after prayers, the air felt lighter, softer, as if even the breeze was carrying blessings toward us. My heart knew that day wasn’t just another visit...it was the sealing of a promise, written not by us but by the divine. Sai baba had not only heard my prayers, He had answered them, weaving my love into my destiny. And with every step I took beside him, I knew this truth: our love is not ordinary, it is sacred; it is not fragile, it is protected; it is not just ours, it is Sai’s gift. Forever, whenever I think of that day, I will cry again...but this time, not from longing, only from gratitude, for God Himself united us in the most beautiful way...