Farm-House, My Pilgrimage and Holy Place To have a glimpse of the Most Beloved I wandered around in whole the world. In the process, I picked up all kinds of unbearable heavy loads, followed all kinds of virtues, and turned all kinds of stones but could not achieve anything significant. Tired and broken by duality of mindand hopelessness when once I returned to my farm-house, someone told, The one in search of whom, you all the way ran to the far away worlds, He, your Beloved was non-stop visiting your farm to see you and bless you with whatever you really aspired That was in fact the first day of my lifewhen I shared a full glass of hundred percent Home-Made wine with my father and two of my younger brothers Bhiri And Dev.