I thought we’d never speak again

We broke up in the worst way—accusations, tears, and words we couldn’t take back. After that night, we didn’t speak for almost five months. I blocked him everywhere, but secretly checked his profile. He moved on with his life; I told myself I had too. But inside, the hurt sat like a stone.

One evening, a cousin showed me a testimonial of someone who had worked with Dayaram ji. It wasn’t dramatic—it was just honest. Something about it made me feel less alone, so I reached out.

On our first call, Daya Sir said, “You don’t have to chase love. You have to prepare the space where it can return.” That line stayed with me. He began a 7–11 day Yagya for me, and asked me to follow a few simple disciplines: don’t bad-mouth him to anyone, keep my mind and body clean, and focus on strengthening myself instead of waiting for him to knock.

During the process, something strange happened. My restlessness calmed. I wasn’t glued to my phone anymore. I started sleeping better, eating better, even smiling more. By the end of the process, I felt lighter—as if I had stopped begging life for answers.

And then, out of nowhere, on the tenth day, he messaged: “I don’t know why, but I miss talking to you.” My heart raced. We spoke the next evening, cautiously at first, but soon with the same ease we once had. He admitted he too felt something shift, like the bitterness had lost its grip.

We’re not rushing. But we’re talking, laughing, and giving each other another chance—with honesty this time.

Pandit Ji once told me, “Love doesn’t always end—it waits for the right soil to grow again.” Maybe that’s what this process gave us: new soil.