As a boy, whenever I used to see a Sadhu (wandering monk) on the streets or in the temples I used to feel a deep hollow in my heart and numbness, a sense of “nothingness” so to say, followed with a burst of happiness and excitement. The remembrance of it now is very strong, but the little boy could not figure out these emotional bursts at that time. It used to leave me confused but happy deep within nevertheless.
Prasad at the Samadhi of Matsyendranath
Since the childhood there has been a desire to be alone, in some way or other finding my own space. The spiritual inspirations and stimulants were around me all the time. Sometimes I realized them, other times on recent reflections lot of it makes sense, how subtly these stimulants worked on my soul and mind. As I grew up and could handle myself maturely, this bird found his wings. I started taking breaks and investing my time to visit places mostly pilgrimage sites to be on my own and explore, within and externally. Continue reading “Pilgrimage (Part 1)”