It was a misty morning. It felt like it had rained a moment ago, but it hadn't. What we realized was that all the dew had accumulated on the earth, creating a false sense of rain. This was the first time I was unable to distinguish between raindrops and dew. Winter must have forced the mist to condense into dew. This must be a harsh winter in the coastal belt. I felt fortunate enough to have inhaled the petrichor in winter, whereas it usually occurs when we surrender to harsh summers.
I was on my way to Nageshwar Jyotirlinga when I witnessed a small but beautiful lake bathed in the golden rays of the rising sun. My eyes were bewildered, baffled by the beauty before me. This bewilderment brought me ebullient happiness.
The chirping of birds, the petrichor, and the golden sun rays all combined to welcome another spirit-lifting day ahead. While this was on my mind, deep within my unconsciousness, I pondered the question of why Lord Krishna chose Dwarka as his sacred place.
Keep traveling, keep rediscovering.
Faith.
Amol
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