Badrinath – Beautiful Badrinath
The morning of 12th October was one of the coldest I have skilled in an entirely long time. Memories of dressing up in layers of garb before starting for Kerala School, Vikas Puri got here speeding in as I bathed and was given geared up to wish at the Badrinath temple. Sankarji had cautioned us to preserve our slippers at the Rawal’s residence and advised us to strive to meet him. Walking through the cable bridge towards the temple amidst gusts of white steam from the geothermal springs that abounded inside the region gave me a serene feeling.
There became a moderate queue to get into the temple, and the ubiquitous hawkers, instant photographers, and sadhus abounded the region. Spotting Rawal’s residence, which became defined to us by Sankarji, we walked in. We were first met by way of an acolyte of the Rawal named Narayanan Namboodiri. Requesting permission to keep our sandals outside and making our introductions, we had been advised to attend an antechamber to fulfill with Rawal himself. Now that changed into indeed a pleasant wonder.
The significantly younger Rawal, the pinnacle priest of the Badrinath Temple, met with us and, after receiving our introductions, gave us small parcels of Prasad. Duly prostrating before him, we went away and prayed in the temple. The queue rapidly shifted, and we had a pleasant darshan before the Lord. We explored the city after the prayer and punctiliously refreshed in frame and spirit. The Rising Sun had commenced growing stunning vistas in the land. Walking ever more South of the temple, we left the everyday touristy locations, and we were on foot amidst the expected population and habitations of the people. Looping East, we crossed the river through every other cable bridge and soon reached the principal motorway, the NH58. The highway, one of the border highways of the kingdom going from Ghaziabad to Mana village, quickly gained a fork going toward Badrinath and Mana town. It was a pleasant day; nothing had been planned, so we began walking closer to Mana village, a distance of just around 3 kilometers. We started strolling casually after another expensive Masala Tea (15 Rs). It grew to become one in every of our higher impromptu decisions. The vertical panorama changed into an artist’s dream. Various angles of the excellent Mount Neelkantha flanked the Urvashi and Nara peaks, and soon, the beautiful mastiffs of Mana and Satopanth trail made their glory visible to us.