When someone meditates sincerely at 5AM, their calmness travels through the universe like gentle waves. The mind may believe they are alone, but the soul knows they belong to a vast circle of silent meditators.

Happiness has its own mysterious rhythm. It travels quietly through time, changing forms, crossing cities, and connecting hearts that once worked together for a reason that only destiny knew. My own story with happiness began much before the 5AM Bliss community came into existence. It started with a film.

In 2010, I was doing PR for ‘Khushiaan’, a Punjabi movie directed by Tirlok Malik, an Emmy-nominated filmmaker from New York, US. It was a professional collaboration, yet something in that film’s title kept echoing within me. The word ‘Khushiaan’ (happiness), was like a seed planted deep in my consciousness. Years later, it would bloom again in a new form, as Bliss.

Tirlokji and I stayed in touch over the years. In early 2020, he invited me to Khajuraho for a ‘Happy Yoga’ conference. Air tickets were sent. Everything was arranged. But something within whispered – stay still. The world was changing quietly. I followed that inner voice and declined the trip, and within days, the world went into lockdown. That missed flight, in hindsight, was not a loss. It was a turning point. Perhaps the Universe was telling me that my journey towards happiness would not begin in Khajuraho but in silence.

Then came the creation of the 5AM Bliss group. What started as a small circle for meditation and mindful living slowly turned into a living ecosystem of energy. People from different walks of life; Artists, doctors, teachers, and thinkers, began joining silently, drawn not by advertisements or promises, but by resonance. Among them were two people who symbolize this saga perfectly.

The first is Tirlok Malik himself. After more than a decade, he joined 5AM Bliss from New York. The filmmaker who once created stories about happiness was now part of a global meditation circle living that happiness in real time. The second is my high school friend, Dr Anil Kumar, a gastroenterologist from Meerut.

We studied together in Budaun in the late seventies, both counted among the first-class students of our school. His handwriting was so perfect that it looked machine-typed, and I consciously followed his style.

That silent admiration became friendship, a bond of precision and discipline. We lost contact after school. Yet, forty-five years later, his message appeared on my phone, “I am getting guidance and motivation from the 5AM Bliss group silently.”

That one line was enough to reveal the quiet power of collective consciousness. Not everyone speaks in a group. Something just observed.

But even their silence is part of the meditation. Like a flower blooming by the roadside, the 5AM Bliss community doesn’t always know who is watching.

Yet, every morning, seekers from different cities and countries pause to admire the fragrance of shared stillness. The flower may never hear the compliments, but its beauty touches many hearts in invisible ways. The same happens with Bliss energy. The ones who wake up early, meditate, or simply scroll through the messages are all connected in unseen harmony.

In the philosophy of Bliss, silence is not emptiness. It is communication at a higher frequency. It’s the point where personal growth merges with collective healing. I often recall a doctor’s words after my ICU recovery: “You were very observant during every medical process.” That observation was not limited to hospital walls.

It became a life skill. Observation connects us to truth without conflict. It helps us understand that not all influence is visible, and not all appreciation is expressed aloud.

The world often values ​​loud success, public applause, and constant visibility. Yet, real transformation happens quietly. Just as the flower keeps blooming without looking for validation, true seekers evolve without announcing their progress.

The “Khushiaan to Bliss” journey taught me that happiness doesn’t need a stage or spotlight. It needs awareness. When we tune in together, a silent symphony begins to play, where every participant becomes both the flower and the admirer.