A passionate group of people dedicated to preserving India's knowledge of Dharma, Karma, and Bhakti for ourselves and the world đ.
Have you ever driven up a winding mountain road, where each turn reveals a breathtaking new view, and felt like you were travelling not just through space, but through time? Thatâs the magic of Thamarassery. More than just a town in Kozhikode, it's the keeper of stories,
In the heart of Bhubaneswar, a city often called the 'Cathedral City of India', lie countless stories whispered by ancient stones. While grand temples like Lingaraja often capture our imagination, there are quieter, more intimate spaces where divinity feels just a breath away. One such treasure is the
History isn't always found in the grand, sweeping tales of famous emperors. Sometimes, the most profound stories are tucked away in the quieter corners of our past, waiting to be rediscovered. It feels like finding a hidden gem in your grandmother's old trunk. One such treasure
Ever feel that gentle pull to leave the city's noise behind and find a place that still whispers the old tales of the earth? I felt it deep in my bones, and it led me to Chirang. Tucked away in Assam, bordering the serene kingdom of Bhutan, Chirang
In our culture, we are taught from a young age to always remember our roots and honor our gurus. The knowledge we receive is a sacred inheritance, a light passed down through generations. Whether it's a family recipe shared by a grandmother or a profound shloka taught by
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There are some places in India that feel less like a destination and more like a homecoming for the soul. On the northern banks of the mighty Brahmaputra, nestled on a gentle hill in Guwahati, lies such a place â the Doul Govinda Temple. Itâs a space where the air
There's a certain magic in the air of Assam, something that whispers through the rustling leaves of its tea gardens and flows with the mighty Brahmaputra. Itâs a land where faith isn't just practiced; it's lived, breathed, and woven into the very fabric
There's a magic that fills the air in Assam when spring arrives. Itâs not just the new leaves or the gentle breeze from the Brahmaputra; itâs the palpable excitement for Doul Utsav. For me, and for countless others, the heart of this celebration beats loudest at
