Mantra on the Highway:

Описание: They say the road teaches silence better than scripture.

This morning, I slipped out of Faridabad with nothing but a quiet yearning tucked under my seatbelt. No maps, no companions—just the sacred rhythm of Hare Krishna bhajans breathing life into my speakers. With each chant, the world outside softened: the trees nodded, the sky seemed to hum along, and the engine pulsed in harmony with the divine.

Gurugram rose from the horizon like a mirage of modernity—glass towers and restless feet—but I passed through as a pilgrim on wheels, untouched by the glitter. The bhajans continued like incense trailing through air, curling around my thoughts and lifting the dust from everyday worries.

Delhi welcomed me like a storm and a shrine. The chaos of horns and haste tried to invade my stillness, but my heart was anchored in devotion. With Krishna’s name echoing in my ears, even the frenzy became sacred—every honk a bell, every shout a chant, every breath a prayer.

By the time I returned to Faridabad, the sun had mellowed and my mind had stilled. I hadn’t spoken a word. Yet within the silence, I had conversed—with the road, with the music, and somewhere deep within, with something eternal.