Priya

    I remember my first evening darshan with Osho. I was six years old. He touched my third eye very strongly and for a long time. Nothing was said in words. It was a strong energy communion that has no expression. Just before every holiday my mom would ask me, "Should we go to Pune this time or maybe somewhere else for a change?" My answer would always be "Pune." I would be counting days to be in His presence again. 
    I was seven when I took sannyas. It happened in a very natural and spontaneous way. I was sitting in the evening darshan with my mother and my father, Amarjeet, right next to me. Osho was talking to somebody else and suddenly I got up and said "Bhagwan, I want to take sannyas." The gaurds came running over to me because I had disturbed everyone. My parents were in a state of shock. I had lost all my manners. Osho called me and said, "So, now my little Priya wants to take sannyas." I screamed loudly "Yes!" Because I was not on the list of people taking sannyas, Laxmi had to quickly go inside and get a mala for me (which was so long that I had to fold it twice). Osho said to me, "I like your name Priya, so from now on you will be called Ma Deva Priya, which means 'the Beloved of the Divine'." He gave me a little box with His hair in it and said, "Every night sleep with this box on your heart. I will always be there for you." I felt so close to Him.

(There's more at Keerti's site, Meditate-Celebrate, taken from Chapter 27 of the book Allah to Zen, personal impressions of Osho)

Ma Deva Priya, Indian