I was on a spiritual high as I said goodbye to my dear friends in India. Feeling grateful and blessed for 3 magical weeks of teachings, temples, prayers and devotion. Hugging, promising to be back soon, I heard something hit the floor. I looked down and saw half of my Cartier Love bracelet on the ground. I was stunned to see the bracelet that I had worn for so many years, broken at my feet. My heart skipped a beat not because of the price tag, because it was my talisman. Stunned, how could a bracelet held together by screws just fall from my wrist. Immediately, I panicked, thinking this was not a good sign.