Soothing vibes bring on the devotees forward on to the entrance of the shrine. The air brims with chants, prayers and an aura of humble submissions before the deity. The sweet fragrance of roses, the aromatic scent of incense and the peal of meditative bells flood the soul with the sacredness of the holy place I am about to enter.
But I headed out of the mandir to get myself away sooner than soon. While the mystic allurement of the mandir was lugging a part of me to stay on longer, the disgust for the commercialisation just had to have myself removed from what seemed like a marketplace.Read more