I sit back, close my eyes, and let my mind wander into the times I have spent there - walking along the Ganga, dipping my feet at different hours of the day to find when is the water coolest, sneaking behind pillar to capture the drag of a baba's chillum, the baby cow that allowed me to pet it every time I passed its way, the chaiwala who called me Maidam and offered me a cup of garma garam, kadak adrak wali chai, sitting at the aarti ( whose description will need many, many blogs) as the mind slipped into the trance created by the chanting of Hanuman Chalisa by the young swamis - all clad in orange, yellow....
Hrishikesh, lifts my spirit, completes my soul and gifts me baby sleep. Every individual has this one place that they call their own. A place they escape to when going gets tough, like a shore that is made specially for you. To anchor your sail and rekindle the faith. Does it sound silly? Even if it does, there is definitely a place in you too that heals you with its aura. Find it. Without delay. For it is this place alone that will embrace your tired shoulders and convince you that the storm will pass.
