Mata Ji, the wise yet playful head of the ashram, are seated under the majestic banyan tree on a crisp, starlit night. The ashram grounds, usually tranquil and serene, are now filled with the joyful energy of the moment. Laughter rings out beneath the tree’s vast canopy, as Mata Ji, in her saffron robes, shares funny anecdotes, her eyes twinkling with mischief and wisdom.