Namaste! This August, I’ll be making my second trip to India. My plan is to fly into Delhi, hire a driver and visit the following cities: Rishikesh, Haridwar, Mathura and Vrindavan. Since I’ll be staying for 2 weeks, I’ll have more time to relish the sights, sounds and kindred spirits. I’m in the process of devising an itinerary, so if anyone has any suggestions, feel free to share. Thanks to you, my enlightened friends of India, I had a memorable experience my first time around. Now I look forward to another.
Here’s what I have so far:
Delhi to Haridwar to Rishikesh to Mathura
to Vrindavan and back to Delhi
In adoration of Mother Earth, I visited a bonsai park in southern China and attempted to capture her divine grace via photography and color pencil.
– Quiet Riley Jr –
To conclude, traveling through India isn’t only about samosas, chai tea and the Taj Mahal, it’s about self-discovery and cultivation, seeking a higher-consciousness and expanding your boundaries, both socially and spiritually. So if you’re interested in those things (plus much, much more*), I recommend that you go. I’ll be there, following my dharma, doing asanas and, of course, sharing a cup of chai with a new friend.
* find out for yourself 😉
After experiencing a wonderful journey through India, the time has come to post my final days, starting with Sarnath, the city where Buddha first taught the dharma, and ending in Kolkata, the official capital of West Bengal.
I hope you enjoyed my photos!
– Quiet –
From dawn to dusk and dusk to dawn, the Ganga reflects, absorbs, merges and transforms. Surging from the locks of Siva’s hair as he sits atop the mighty Himalayas, it flows 1,600 miles southeast before spilling into the Bay of Bengal, touching the bodies and souls of millions along the way.
Night or day, Varanasi is a succulent feast for the eyes. Covering the ancient walls and floors are paintings of every taste imaginable. And for the sweet-toothed are tantalizing sculptures of various kama sutra positions; but be warned—these displays are not for the faint-hearted.
I was told millions of Hindus go to Varanasi to die; on the contrary, I believe millions go there to live. While bodies burn and spirits ascend throughout the day and night, this ancient city rejuvenates the soul, reminding us that we aren’t who we perceive ourselves to be — we are so much more, infinite beings in the cyclical drama of creation, experience and destruction.