I have been having a hard time to capture the Prasad experience.
And I am still struggling to pick the right words to not have it an understatement.

There is so much in the man! Woah! It is insane.

Everybody who knows him wants a bit of him.

He belongs to the masses. Yet he has something special for you.

It will be when he walks beside you putting his arm around your shoulder.

It will be when he would listen to your problems even at 12 in the night.

It will be a private eye contact even in public if he feels something is wrong with you.

It will still be a smile on his face when you repeatedly ask him the same silly questions.

It will still be a nod when you know he is busy but you need him.

You don’t just make a relationship with him, you earn it.

When he smiles, his whole body smiles with him-every part, every organ.
When he talks, every particle in the air around hushes down to just feel his sound vibrations.

"Being Loved by all is a great feeling but loving all is greatness"

I know…. I know... Sounds familiar....the above is your favorite quotations and I must tell you that you follow them hard and in the most honest manner.

I know you are the “John Galt”. Born to relieve people of their miseries in the world (Though I do not understand why you think so??)

In him, you have a friend who is crazy enough to unconditionally accept you.
In him is a brother, who is a father to the older siblings.
In him is a professional, who is an effortless disciplinarian.
In him is a Buddhist- a mentor, who will be your spiritual guide.
In him, is a passionate photographer who conjures up beauty in an otherwise drab scenario.

In him, is a secret writer who would pen down his best of memories on paper in a moment and then tear it into pieces in the next moment in most whimsical way….

He wants to win. Win everybody’s heart.
He sleeps only 3 hours a day and waits for dawn so he can begin his task of bothering people. And, in any case, you can’t leash the monster.

There is so much I haven’t written here… there shall be another poem for it…

With all genuine love and affection

Rashmi