Faiths and Devotion
Three days following the vibrant celebration of Shivaratri, Pashupati continued to pulsate with life, an eternal heartbeat of devotion and fervour. Amidst the naked Babas smeared in the sacred ashes of firewood, there existed a palpable sense of transition, a knowing that their time within these hallowed grounds was drawing to a close. For me, Pashupati holds an allure, beckoning with its potent blend of hope and positivity, an atmosphere thick with the essence of faith that seeps into the soul. Yet, amidst the devotion, you know what I love the most? People. I'm all about observing them. Everyone's like the main character in their movie, you feel me? Each person's got their own unique story, and I lowkey wish I could be a tiny part of all of them. It's wild to see how devoted people are to a God whose existence ain't even confirmed. But it's in their eyes, man, that hope? It's everything. There's this energy, this connection, as if we're all in it ...