She knew —
before anyone taught her.
Some journeys are built through strategy.
Neha's was built through remembrance.
Born into a middle-class family. Raised in an orthodox environment — where the sacred was present but contained. Ritual without exploration. Belief without inquiry.
But since childhood, she knew.
Not the way you learn something new. The way you recognise something you've always carried.
She had callings. Visions. A quiet inner certainty that something deeper was waiting — not somewhere in the future, but already present beneath the surface of everything.
She didn't run toward it. She stayed close to it. Observed it. Let it grow — quietly, alongside everything else.