The hill has a certain kind of magic, a mysterious potency that can convince the strictest of skeptics.
Climbing up to Virupaksha and Skandashramam always had a certain significance to me that I can never capture in words. But this time, it was special, as our walk was the shortest ever. Holding her hands made it seem as if time stood still and space made way for us to reach there.
Though we were huffing and panting all the way, when we reached there tears of joy and bliss came from our eyes as our combined love for Shiva just overwhelmed us.
Even before that, I saw tears streaming down her eyes every time she was at Ramana's samadhi and more so, at the old meditation hall. And when her tears rolled down, I went into a trance. In that trance, we were in union. A holy communion of sorts. The kind I used to seek always and never got.
Our first pilgrimage convinced us that this is just the beginning...
Of a lifelong pilgrimage together.
Of a lifelong quest of seeking and becoming one without the other.
Of creating our own myths and legends out of our own love story.
Of discovering and reading books together.
Of walking a path of love that consumes itself.
Of life crafting our love for each other through air, earth, fire, and earth and preserving it in ether.
Climbing up to Virupaksha and Skandashramam always had a certain significance to me that I can never capture in words. But this time, it was special, as our walk was the shortest ever. Holding her hands made it seem as if time stood still and space made way for us to reach there.
Though we were huffing and panting all the way, when we reached there tears of joy and bliss came from our eyes as our combined love for Shiva just overwhelmed us.
Even before that, I saw tears streaming down her eyes every time she was at Ramana's samadhi and more so, at the old meditation hall. And when her tears rolled down, I went into a trance. In that trance, we were in union. A holy communion of sorts. The kind I used to seek always and never got.
Our first pilgrimage convinced us that this is just the beginning...
Of a lifelong pilgrimage together.
Of a lifelong quest of seeking and becoming one without the other.
Of creating our own myths and legends out of our own love story.
Of discovering and reading books together.
Of walking a path of love that consumes itself.
Of life crafting our love for each other through air, earth, fire, and earth and preserving it in ether.
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