According to Osho, in viraha the devotee is both miserable and happy—an exquisite paradox. There is pain because the Beloved is not yet attained, and bliss because the Beloved is palpably nearing: the first drizzle before the monsoon, the first flower of spring. Grace awakens longing that sweetens the wound; the growing thirst and unbearable gap ripen the heart toward oneness.
It hurts and feels good at the same time—like missing someone you love because you know they’re on the way.