so this happened. this is my story. and it needs to be told. cause honestly? nobody talks about the REAL parts of pilgrimage.
chanced upon badrinath during monsoon season. everyone i asked was like ‘are u crazy? landslides hote hain’. but something in my gut said go. so i went. the highway from rishikesh is INSANE. one side mountain, other side nothing. literally nothing. the driver was playing super loud bollywood songs and honking at every turn. i was gripping my seat the whole time. but then we entered the valley and the clouds were literally below us. like we were above the clouds. i have never seen anything like it. reached badrinath temple and the energy was unreal. thousands of people but somehow it felt peaceful. the priest did a quick darshan and said ‘jaldi karo, rain aa rahi hai’. lol even god waits for the weather i guess
(not all pics are mine, some from pexels — thanks yall)
