For over a decade, I built decks, closed deals, and measured my days in quarters. It was successful by every metric I had been taught to trust — and it was slowly hollowing me out.
In 2008, a health scare and a chance visit to the Bihar School of Yoga in Munger changed the shape of my life. I stayed longer than planned. I kept coming back.
Saptrashmi is what happens when that practice becomes a place — five acres in Palampur, built slowly, by hand, around a river we still walk every morning.