On April 12th, 2009, in the evening, I wrote a long email to my best friend in the Sri Chinmoy Centre, who was a big shot living at the headquarters in New York.
This was the day before Sri Chinmoy's anniversary of his arrival in the west.
Sri Chinmoy had passed away one and an half years ago, but the celebrations were still happening the way they were when he was alive.
I was telling my friend in this email that I was leaving the Centre. It was my second attempt, after a first one six months before.
I knew this one was the real one. I had prepared it well. My brother and sister disciples did not even try to get me back.
I was leaving behind almost everything that was making up my life, leaving the spiritual family I had been with for fifteen years and leaving most of my friends.
A page was turned.