27/03/2026
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๐ฃ๐ฎ๐๐ต ๐ผ๐ณ ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐ ๐๐๐๐ถ๐ฐ ๐๐ฎ๐ ๐ณ
As the sun rose this morning, we said goodbye to the sacred banks of the Ganges and made our way north, out of Rishikesh, through the plains, and into the heart of ๐ฃ๐๐ป๐ท๐ฎ๐ฏ.
Our destination: ๐๐๐ฟ๐ฑ๐๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฎ ๐ฆ๐ถ๐ป๐ด๐ต ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฎ๐ต๐ฒ๐ฒ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ป, ๐ฆ๐ผ๐ต๐ฎ๐ป๐ฎ in Chandigarh.
We removed our shoes, covered our heads, and stepped into another world. A circle of extraordinary women sang Kirtan, voices rising together in devotion so pure it stopped you in your tracks. You couldn't help but just... ๐ฏ๐ฒ ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฒ. ๐ฃ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ฑ was placed gently into our hands.
We sat with ๐น๐ผ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐น๐, shared stories, shared food, shared silence. This is the gift of ๐๐ฟ๐๐ฒ ๐๐ฟ๐ฎ๐๐ฒ๐น โ not checking off sites, but being welcomed into the living, breathing soul of a place.
๐ช๐ฎ๐ต๐ฒ๐ด๐๐ฟ๐. ๐โจ
