Haibol, namaste. We’re in a storage container in England, talking real life bhakti, Gauranga on the lips, dust on our hands, and the bittersweet art of letting go. Beautiful bed, perfect couch, all the fancy tech, and still the heart wants shelter, peace, home, freedom. We chant, we laugh, we sort, we give. Storage costs add up, time slips, and stuff decays. What stays bright is gratitude, relationships, simple daily use things, and the quiet joy of serving others. If this meets you right where you are, take it as a little nudge to thank a teacher, call a friend, and pass on something useful today.