Dinner With Osho

Intimate Tales of Two Women on the Path of Meditation

Dinner With Osho

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Urmila’s account

His living room was a small, simply furnished space with cane chairs and plumped cushions and, against one wall, a green-covered takhat where several people could sit together cross-legged propped up against several bolsters. Against the other wall there was a cane sofa with more cushions, and beyond the latch window, where hung some dark green curtains, I could see the front path and the lawn edged with drying creepers. White mogra blossoms poked their faces up against the window panes.

“Take a full breath, like a little baby,” he said, gently demonstrating.
“As we grow up we start breathing from the chest, but really it’s the belly that should go up and down with the breath, not the chest. And while you’re breathing like that, try not to think about anything. Concentrate on your  breathing through the nose; focus on it going in and out through the nostrils and be conscious of the place where the breath touches inside, between the eyebrows.”

Shobhana’s account

He explains how, down through the centuries and all over the world, women have been suppressed by one generation after another; he tells us how they have been exploited for their mysterious gifts of motherhood and out of fear of their erotic powers that weaken men’s resolve. My ears prick up; my attention focuses. For the first time in my life, someone is speaking about me.

There had been a time when Osho had given importance to my existential questions, and lent them significance. But his next letter helped me see how my endless questions merely gave fuel to the chaos, and fed the same mind that asked them. He seemed to be telling me more and more to let go of them, so as to make me aware of the part my ego – my desires and attachments – was playing in all this.

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Just now I finished reading your book ‘Dinner with Osho’... I would like to thank you for this touching beautiful book... This book you wrote is epic, the best! Not only to be able to read about Osho in the early days and the intimate tales are precious. It is much more! Osho’s teaching becoming alive.


Dinner with Osho is a beautifully written book telling the stories of two Indian women devotees of Osho in the 1960's, when he was travelling and leading meditation camps all over India. There are many detailed descriptions of Osho and his interactions with these women as he guided them on their spiritual paths... I thoroughly recommend this book; it is a really lovely read.

DevikaAuthor of Love Song for Osho

While reading from the first pages till the last pages of Urmila, it happened and is still happening that I cry and cry, and I wished I was her, to be so close and intimate with Osho.
You wrote everything as if alive, everything is like a living picture, I see Osho walking talking sitting everything – so alive!