Whenever I sit to write anything, the first line that comes to my mind is that I am not writing anything for a long time. I questioned myself, is this time gap the driving force which let me to write again another post? I do never have the answer and today is no exception like other days. The tired and clumsy days become sweet and calm in these late nights. Each and everyone of us enjoys breaking the rules and it gives a pleasant energy source to do the rest of the stuffs. So am I, and I feel good to sleep late and long. Writing a blog when my eyes are about to shutdown, my hands try to become steady still, but it is the mind who never got tired, and it enjoys the fight between this two.
The word was well known to me "DEVOBHUMI", but I was not familiar with it. In the moth of May, just before monsoon we are there, my dad, my mom and me... just a small family tour. When I got a call from my dad, that he had some meeting in Delhi and wants to visit the Devobhumi once again, there was nothing to look back. It was my first opportunity to see the place where the Heaven starts. When we reached the Gateway of Himalaya, "Haridwar" - Hari ki Dwar, means the door to heaven where God Bishnu (Hari) Lives. The Sun had already ready to fly down and a pleasant breezy air was playing with the Greens of the valley. The small town Haridwar, bears the eternal symbol of Bhakti, in its construction, in its atmosphere and in its people. As the Marbel Murti of God Shiva attracts you so as His Monkeys, even just walking on the road you will feel that "No you are not in this Cruel and Selfish World, you are in some where else, where everything is beautiful from...
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