Have you ever stood in a holy place and felt like an outsider? A place where the air is thick with centuries of faith, yet your own heart is filled with questions? It's a feeling many of us in modern India know well—the gentle tug-of-war between the
In the vibrant tapestry of Indian history, there are threads of gold that shine brighter than others. These are the stories of kings who were not just conquerors, but true architects of a culture. One such luminous thread is the story of Kumarapala, the celebrated ruler of the Chaulukya (or
Close your eyes for a moment. Can you hear it? That rhythmic, breathless chant – "Kabaddi, Kabaddi, Kabaddi..." – echoing from a dusty village ground, the sound of bare feet slapping against the earth. For so many of us, this isn't just the sound of a sport; it&
Close your eyes for a moment. Imagine the rugged hills of the Sahyadris, echoing with the powerful cry of "Har Har Mahadev!" Picture a saffron flag, the Bhagwa Dhwaj, fluttering defiantly against the sky. This isn't just a scene from a movie; it was the living,
Have you ever looked closely at an Indian passport, a currency note, or a government seal? That majestic emblem of four lions, standing tall and proud, is something we see almost every day. It’s so familiar that we often forget to pause and wonder about its story. This isn&
Sometimes, in the middle of our bustling modern lives, don't you feel a pull towards something deeper? A desire to connect with our ancient traditions, but in a way that makes sense for today's world? We see the challenges around us—the disconnect in our communities,
There are some places that feel less like a destination on a map and more like a whisper from the past. A place where the gentle flow of a river tells stories, and the rustling leaves in the forest sing songs of ancient traditions. This is the feeling you get
There are some places in our country that don't shout their stories; they whisper them. You feel it in the air, in the soil, in the gentle smiles of the people. Hoshiarpur, nestled so lovingly in the foothills of the Shivalik range, is one such place. It’s
There's a place in Maharashtra where the very air shimmers with gold. Not the gold of riches, but the sacred gold of bhandara, or turmeric. As you climb the steps to Lord Khandoba's hill-top abode in Jejuri, you walk through clouds of this fragrant, auspicious powder.