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    The Maha Kumbh Mela Day 2: A Sacred Dip and A Holy Parade

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      An Unforgettable Experience at the Maha Kumbh Mela   Reaching the Sangam The Sangam is the revered junction of three Indian rivers: the Ganges (Ganga), Yamuna, and the fabled Saraswati. Considered one of the holiest locations in Hinduism, this point is found at Prayagraj (previously Allahabad), Uttar Pradesh. Particularly during the Kumbh Mela, pilgrims assemble here to do a ceremonial bath in the waters, which is said to cleanse the soul and atone for sins. Viewed as both a physical gathering of rivers and a spiritual union representing the blending of earthly and celestial powers, the confluence is. Though not evident, the Saraswati River is thought to run underground and be present at the Sangam. Photo Credit: Vikas The Sacred Dip Hundreds of pilgrims crowded the banks of the Sangam, some preparing for their dip, others emerging from the sacred waters, faces glowing with reverence. Photo Credit: Vikas This was the most auspicious day of the Maha Kumbh, the holiest moment to cleanse one’s soul. Bobby turned to me, grinning. “If you want to go to heaven with me, you must go in too.” I was somewhat prepared, thinking I didn’t have to do this and could always back out. Well, why not? I had nothing to lose. Bobby and Vikas went first. Then he went to get me because he knew I would not go underwater. I waded into the cold waters of the Sangam, shivering as the river embraced me. At first, I resisted going fully under—I hadn’t planned on soaking my hair. But Bobby laughed, shaking his head. “No half-dipping! You have to go all the way.” And so I did. As soon as I went underwater, something changed. It felt like the river was cleaning away the dirt and tiredness from the last two days and cleansing something more profound—something you can’t see—but it felt real. I came up for air, breathing in the cold, but I felt energized instead of uncomfortable. At that moment, I felt completely free with my wet hair on my face and no makeup. A Religious Parade After putting on dry clothes, we explored again, encountering more sadhus and receiving more blessings. In the afternoon, after their traditional bath, we saw a procession. Vikas said, “The parade, after the sadhus have bathed, they return to their tents, riding a float or motorcade decorated with colorful garlands, lights, and beautiful ornaments.” We quickly moved to find a place to watch as the sadhus, who had just bathed and received blessings, started their big parade through the city. The procession at the Maha Kumbh Mela was an unbelievable sight, combining spirituality, custom, and stunning visuals. They came in waves—the saddhus, some dressed in saffron robes, others completely bare, their bodies adorned only with beads and ashes. They had a powerful draw. Some people walked with tridents, looking determined and strong. Others danced happily; their laughter filled the air. The parade featured cultural and folk aspects. Musicians played traditional instruments, dancers showcased kathak and Bharatanatyam, and performers dressed as Hindu gods and goddesses on stilts. Some floats had big conch shells that blew at times, creating deep sounds that resonated through the crowd. As the floats moved through the crowd of worshippers, flower petals fell from above, and people shouted “Har Har Mahadev” and “Jai Ganga Maiya.” The Maha Kumbh Mela was filled with faith, devotion, and joy. It was a surreal, divine spectacle—a once-in-a-lifetime vision of faith in action. Standing there, I realized my insignificance in the overall scheme of things. This event has been going on for thousands of years, showing a continuous commitment. I felt like a small part of history, watching it happen around me. Once again, what we thought would be an “easy day” was a long and challenging experience. The intended three-kilometer journey became a competitive event. As night came, we felt cold and exhausted. But despite the aches and fatigue, my heart was whole. The Journey Back We had planned for a short, restful day. Instead, we had unknowingly walked another 25+ kilometers. By the time we reached our tent, the cold had settled into our bones, and exhaustion weighed down our limbs. We collapsed onto our cots, too worn out to even speak. But despite the aching feet, soreness, and sheer physical exhaustion, I felt deeply, profoundly grateful. One day, I’ll tell my grandchildren about this. About how I took a sacred dip in the Sangam, was blessed by sadhus, and witnessed a holy procession. And for a fleeting moment, I was one with the universe. Leaving the Maha Kumbh Mela Our guide, Vikas, who has since become a good friend, continues to send us photos from the event, offering a glimpse into its overwhelming scale. Here’s a picture of Vikas I took, blessed by priests. When we left, the reality on the ground remained intense. The borders were closed to enter Prayagraj, trains and buses were halted, and millions of people were stranded, desperately trying to make their way to this once-in-a-lifetime spiritual gathering. The event continues until February 26, 2025, drawing more people daily into its massive, sacred embrace. Photos below, credit: Vikas     Back to the Timeless India.  Author and photo credit: Cristy Latest Post All Posts Blog The Maha Kumbh Mela: A Journey of Faith and Endurance   A Gathering Like No Other The Maha Kumbh Mela is one of the most significant cultural festivals in the… The Maha Kumbh Mela Day 1: Immersed in the Sea of Humanity   First Day of the Maha Kumbh Mela The official first day of the Maha Kumbh Mela began long before… The Maha Kumbh Mela Day 2: Our Journey Beyond the Sangam   The Nearest Sangam Following our strenuous walk of over 25 kilometers the previous day, every muscle in our legs… The Maha Kumbh Mela Day 2: A Sacred Dip and A Holy Parade   An Unforgettable Experience at the Maha Kumbh Mela   Reaching the Sangam The Sangam is

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    Serendipity in Jaipur: A Journey Back in Time

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      My Journey Back in Time I took the night bus from Udaipur to Jaipur, leaving behind the city’s shimmering lakes as we rolled onto the dark highway. The journey was filled with sleep, jolts from bumpy roads, and occasional stops at roadside dhabas (restaurants), where truck drivers huddled around fires, sipping hot chai. Wrapped in a blanket, I slept through the night. By 10 a.m., I arrived in Jaipur for the first time on a clear, cold winter morning. Traveling from city to city without plans was the ultimate freedom in experiencing India. I arrived with no reservations or itinerary—just curiosity and a willingness to see where the journey took me. Some places instantly captivate me, drawing me in with their stories, streets, and unspoken magic. Other areas, while beautiful, don’t resonate in the same way. And that’s the beauty of traveling like this—there’s no pressure, no commitments, just the freedom to wander, explore, and linger where it feels right. The only plan is to keep moving until something tells me to stop! Along the way, I encountered numerous people—locals and travelers, mostly backpackers—each adding a narrative to my trip. Some friendships lasted a few hours, others days, and a lifetime. Knowing our paths might never cross again, we ate, laughed, and shared travel stories. Still, this travel, in its raw form—a never-ending flow of movement and connection—is a testament to the friendliness of human interaction. There were no expectations or tearful goodbyes. This is the true essence of travel: not following a checklist or a strict schedule but simply being present and allowing the adventure to unfold as it will. India showed me that the best strategy is sometimes none, even with all its charm and mayhem. I stepped off the bus with a backpack and no real plan except for a vague idea of finding a place called Evergreen, where I planned to stay while in Jaipur. Arriving by Bus Madness started the minute I stepped off the bus in Jaipur. I had grown accustomed to handling conflict and dealing with the locals by now. Touts crowded like bees, yelling over each other and attempting to sell me anything—an autorickshaw ride, a guesthouse, a day trip, anything. It was frightening and unpleasant to deal with early in the morning. But I ignored them! Evergreen was where backpackers camped—at least, that was a suggestion in the Lonely Planet guidebook! I had heard about it from Elise, a Dutch backpacker I had met earlier on my trip. “Come to Jaipur, and I will be staying at Evergreen,” she had advised. “I’ll introduce you to my friends!” But I knew she had probably left by now; weeks had passed since I last saw her. On my way to Evergreen, I spotted Elise as I wandered the labyrinth of streets, avoiding rickshaws and street merchants. She came toward me with effortless elegance. “You made it!” she remarked. “I will see you later at Evergreen.” I recall little about my first visit to Jaipur. Not how one remembers sites or an itinerary. I remember emotions. I remember walking around the Pink City and feeling the sandstone buildings sparkle in the midday sun. Entering the bazaars, the air smells earthy from the streets, mixed with spices, tea, and incense. I remember sitting in Evergreen’s courtyard, surrounded by backpackers, sharing stories of our travels through India. When Elise returned to Evergreen, she introduced me to her friends. I remember meeting GD and Fahim first, then Sunny and Bobby later. While Fahim was quiet and focused, GD was friendly and bursting with stories. We talked about travel, Jaipur, and life itself. Looking back, I remember the feeling—especially with Bobby—but not many specifics of what happened. There was something more profound than words, an unconscious connection that existed. On that journey, I never anticipated more than fleeting friendships; nevertheless, life had other plans, showing me the beauty of unexpected connections. This is My Story of India! An accurate tale of eating, praying, and finding love when you least expected it. What began as an uncertain journey, with no clear plan and only an open heart filled with adventure, led me to something far greater than I could have imagined. India was more than just a place I visited; it became a pivotal moment in my life. At the time, I didn’t realize the significance of the connection. It was effortless and natural—two strangers brought together by fate in a city with two million people (1996).  Something deeper took root in a whirlwind of shared stories, late-night conversations, and spontaneous adventures. Less than a year later, Bobby and I were married, and what started as a chance encounter became the foundation of a lifetime together, a testament to the transformative power of travel. And now, almost 28 years later, we are still together. Through every high and low, every twist and turn, that moment in India remains the beginning of a story that never stopped unfolding. What was once a leap of faith turned into a lifetime of love— Proving that the most unexpected journeys sometimes lead us exactly where we are meant to be. Since that first visit, I have returned to Jaipur several times, but those trips were different. We centered our trips around family, bringing our kids to visit family and sharing glimpses of the city. Those visits evoked feelings of nostalgia and responsibility, a stark contrast to the carefree wandering of my early travels. Neal’s first visit to India at 6 months old. With Neal and Nathan in 2007. Chai drinkers in training! Now, 17 years later, I am back again. This time, it’s different. There are no obligations and no hurried schedules. My husband and I are rediscovering Jaipur together, walking through its bustling streets and taking in its chaos and charm. The city has changed—grown and modernized—but it remains the same in many ways. India Story:   Then: When Plans Fall Apart: Embracing the Unknown in India   Now:  Jaipur:

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    Jaipur: A City of Temples, Thalis, and Timeless Chaos

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      Temples, Thalis, and Timeless Chaos When we arrived in Jaipur, the Pink City, it felt like stepping into a world where the past and present were intertwined. The grandeur of the palaces and forts stood tall against the backdrop of chaotic and busy streets, where rickshaws weaved through traffic, cows lounged in the middle of the road, and street vendors shouted their wares. But beyond the daily turmoil of navigating Jaipur, what struck me most was its deep spiritual essence—the city is home to countless temples, each with its charm, history, and devoted following. Temples of Jaipur: Finding Peace Amidst the Chaos You will find a temple on about every block as you stroll the crowded streets. The city boasts many temples, which provide a serene setting for prayer, meditation, and dedication. For Hindus, visiting a temple is a means of showing allegiance and connecting with the Almighty. This habit deepens one’s relationship with the gods, encourages inner tranquility, and enables the soul to follow what is good.   There are a few temples in Jaipur worth visiting. Found in the City Palace, the Govind Dev Ji Temple honors Lord Krishna. People say the picture here quite closely resembles Krishna’s earthly appearance. The temple was dedicated, particularly in the early aarti, when I sensed the strong spirit of individuals gathered for prayer. Built from immaculate white marble, this modern but spiritually significant temple honors Lord Vishnu and Goddess Lakshmi. The tranquil surroundings and finely crafted sculptures provided a quiet respite during my travels. On a little hill, Moti Dungri Temple honors Lord Ganesha. Many come here seeking guidance in conquering obstacles. Rising in the Aravalli hills, this ancient site is known as Galtaji Temple, also known as the Monkey Temple. Its natural springs and breathtaking scenery made it seem magical. Less well-known but as magnificent is the Kalki Temple, which celebrates Lord Kalki, supposedly the tenth manifestation of the god Vishnu. As we strolled about Jaipur, we could hear priests chanting, temple bells ringing, and incense smoke billowing. This encounter inspired a great spiritual feeling. These temples were part of the city’s essence, offering a peaceful area in the middle of the bustle and a deep link to the divine—not only places to pray. Seeing these temples is not to be missed. Next—Savoring Jaipur: The Ultimate Rajasthani Thali Experience Author and photo credit: Cristy Latest Post All Posts Blog The Maha Kumbh Mela: A Journey of Faith and Endurance   A Gathering Like No Other The Maha Kumbh Mela is one of the most significant cultural festivals in the… The Maha Kumbh Mela Day 1: Immersed in the Sea of Humanity   First Day of the Maha Kumbh Mela The official first day of the Maha Kumbh Mela began long before… The Maha Kumbh Mela Day 2: Our Journey Beyond the Sangam   The Nearest Sangam Following our strenuous walk of over 25 kilometers the previous day, every muscle in our legs… The Maha Kumbh Mela Day 2: A Sacred Dip and A Holy Parade   An Unforgettable Experience at the Maha Kumbh Mela   Reaching the Sangam The Sangam is the revered junction of… Serendipity in Jaipur: A Journey Back in Time   My Journey Back in Time I took the night bus from Udaipur to Jaipur, leaving behind the city’s shimmering… Jaipur: A City of Temples, Thalis, and Timeless Chaos   Temples, Thalis, and Timeless Chaos When we arrived in Jaipur, the Pink City, it felt like stepping into a… Savoring Jaipur: The Ultimate Rajasthani Thali Experience Exploring Jaipur’s Best Thali Experiences Amid Jaipur’s bustling streets and majestic palaces, the thali custom unites the essence of Rajasthan’s… Daily Turmoil: The Unchanging, Timeless Chaos of Jaipur Despite Jaipur’s advancements, luxury malls, and modern conveniences, Jaipur still clung to its age-old chaos. Crossing the Street Crossing the… When Plans Fall Apart: Embracing the Unknown in India My Unplanned Trip to India I had planned an ambitious trip to five countries with a coworker I barely knew….

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    Savoring Jaipur: The Ultimate Rajasthani Thali Experience

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    Exploring Jaipur’s Best Thali Experiences Amid Jaipur’s bustling streets and majestic palaces, the thali custom unites the essence of Rajasthan’s rich culture and hospitality. One of my biggest pleasures was discovering the range of thalis available in Jaipur. This gastronomic adventure felt as much like a celebration as a meal, and it was a perfect way to spend time between our temple visits and wandering the city streets. The Hindi word “thali” means “plate.” A thali typically has several tiny bowls of these foods and multiple refills (particularly in Rajasthan), so you never go hungry. It is a balanced meal that exhibits Indian cuisine’s diversity and complexity. Rajasthani thalis showcase the state’s culture and hospitality. This hearty, savory feast features many dishes that reflect the region’s rich and colorful spices. The thali balances salty, spicy, acidic, and sweet flavors. A Rajasthani thali often includes: Dal Baati Churma is the star of the Rajasthani thali. Baatis are baked wheat buns served with dal (lentils) and churma, a sweet, crumbly concoction of crushed baatis, ghee, and sugar. It is a must-try, rich, and filling mix. Gatte ki Sabzi: A spicy curry made from gram flour dumplings. The thali gets a peculiar texture from this savory dish. Ker Sangri is a Rajasthani meal made with wild berries and beans from the arid desert region. This acidic side dish is seasoned with dry seasonings. Laal Maas: Spicy lamb or mutton curry. The red chili-based gravy gives it a rich, smoky flavor. A Rajasthani tradition, but the heat is too much for some! Ghevar is a delicious delicacy of flour, sugar syrup, and ghee, commonly eaten during festivals. Crispy, sweet, and the perfect finale to a delightful dinner. Roti or Paratha: Warm, ghee-drenched rotis or parathas are served in numerous cuisines. Kadhi is a yogurt-based curry with gram flour, turmeric, and other spices. Its refreshing flavor balances the spices’ spiciness. Chutneys and Pickles: Rajasthani thalis typically have a variety of chutneys and pickles, including garlic or mango pickle, for a spicy kick. Rice: Plain or cumin-flavored jeera rice provides a gentle base for spicy foods. Traditional Rajasthani thalis are served on massive plates, and the range of flavors—from spicy to sweet—makes every taste unique. They are also a meal that celebrates Rajasthan’s rich flavors and traditions. Constant refills and large dishes show the state’s hospitality. Sri Motu Ram Prasadam The trip started at Sri Motu Ram Prasadam, which offered Jaipur’s largest and most extravagant thali. Presented on a big, shiny metal plate, the thali appeared as a never-ending collection of bowls, each containing a unique treasure of Rajasthani cuisine. If you order the biggest thali on the menu, call and inform them beforehand.  It takes 45 minutes to prepare. And this is not the biggest thali; you need at least 10 people in your group for the biggest thali! Here, we had the classic dal baati churma—piping hot baatis with a dab of ghee accompanied by thick dal and a sweet, crumbly churma. With its subtle mix of spices, the chutney gave the gatte ki sabzi a spicy kick. With each bite, the soft, warm roti—glued with ghee—melted on my lips and guaranteed never-ending refills. This thali was more than simply food; it was a sensory extravaganza honoring the kind hospitality of Rajasthan.   Mohan Mahal at Leela Palace The Mohan Mahal transformed the thali into a royal occasion, offering a more refined experience. Here, the grandeur of the surroundings matched the richness of the cuisine. The five-star version of a Rajasthani thali, albeit with a sophisticated touch, presented a blend of traditional cuisine. While the gatte ki sabzi was served in intricate arrangements, highlighting the chef’s culinary expertise, dishes like dal baati churma were garnished beautifully. The thali included the always-famous Dhania Patta Paneer and Laal Maas, a hot red meat dish. This thali combined Rajasthan’s tastes with a grace suited for its opulent surroundings. Make sure you make a reservation. A Vegetarian Thali A Non-Vegetarian Thali The non-vegetarian thali is similar to the vegetarian thali except for additional dishes like chicken and mutton. Inside the Mohan Mahal   More Thalis But the street markets of Jaipur presented a different sort of thali—humble yet incredibly real. Food sellers presented thalis at little booths in the energetic anarchy of the bazaars, each capturing the local taste and friendliness of the people. Despite lacking the grandeur of fine dining restaurants, these establishments embodied the city’s essence. A basic dal, sabzi, and a couple of rotis accompanied by a side of spicy chutneys and a spoonful of kadhi were enough to satiate the heart and the appetite. Sitting on little stools surrounded by the bustle of Jaipur at these times, I developed a close relationship with Rajasthani cuisine and culture. Still, the most intimate and valuable thali experience occurred at a home-cooked dinner in a neighborhood kitchen. They served this thali on modest dining tables, not at upscale hotels or restaurants. Though simple, the dishes exuded love and attention. The sabzi—whether a seasonal vegetable or a spiced aloo-gobi—was fresh and tasty; the rotis were soft, and the dal was rich and consoling. Made from scratch and shared with one of our dear friends. This thali reminded me that Rajasthani cuisine is more about tradition, love, and hospitality than mere ingredients. The Thali functions as a microcosm of Rajasthan itself. This encounter honors the state’s richness in terms of its history and culture as much as its cuisine. Every thali, whether from the grandeur of a temple kitchen or the coziness of a neighborhood house, tells a story. The variety of tastes reflects the soul, from the spicy laal maas to the creamy dal baati churma. Thali is my favorite type of Indian food because it allows me to enjoy many different tastes simultaneously. It is served in a range of little bowls, each loaded with a different dish. You get to taste a bit of everything—savory curries, spicy chutneys, relaxing dals, crunchy breads, and sweet treats—all

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    Daily Turmoil: The Unchanging, Timeless Chaos of Jaipur

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    Despite Jaipur’s advancements, luxury malls, and modern conveniences, Jaipur still clung to its age-old chaos. Crossing the Street Crossing the street in Jaipur is not for the faint-hearted. There are no actual rules—just instincts and divine intervention. It took me a week to acclimate, but having my husband as a shield also worked. There were no actual pedestrian crossings—just an unspoken rule: you had to walk confidently, pray, and hope that the sea of motorbikes, rickshaws, and cows would somehow see you coming. And somehow—it does. Most of the time! It felt like a survival game, one where hesitation could mean defeat.   Riding an Uber, a Taxi, and an Autorickshaw Then came riding the Uber—a task that should have been simple but turned into an unpredictable adventure. Some drivers abruptly canceled their rides, others refused to switch on the air conditioning, and some became so chatty that they resembled tour guides rather than drivers. “You are from America?” one asked me excitedly. “Why are you here? America is better!” And let me tell you—they are the most maniacal drivers! That is a story I will save for another time.   Dealing with the Locals: Time is an Illusion If I quickly learned one thing, it was that time in Jaipur operates on its own rhythm—it is flexible, unpredictable, and utterly detached from any fixed schedule. Someone tells you they’ll be there in five minutes? That could mean twenty. Maybe an hour. Maybe never. And if you call to check, you’ll hear the ever-reassuring, “I’m just reaching,” which could mean they haven’t even left yet. They say yes when they mean no, they say no problem when there’s a problem, and they tell you what you want to hear, even if it isn’t true—but it’s not a lie, either. It’s just the Indian way! Our Uber driver said he knew exactly where our hotel was, so we trusted him. Thirty minutes later, we were in a random alley with no hotel. “Are we close?” I asked. He nodded enthusiastically, “Yes, yes, very close!”  We drove for another forty minutes.   Despite their constant hurry, they consistently arrive late. You eventually learn to adapt to changing circumstances. You stop expecting things to be on time, waiting for straightforward answers, and surrender! Negotiating with a rickshaw driver or a vendor is an art form—a delicate dance where both sides pretend to be entirely baffled by the other’s price. ‘500 rupees? Too much!’ you say, shaking your head. They scoffs. “Very far, madam! Special price for you: 450!” Eventually, you settle for something in between, knowing that a local would’ve paid half. Strangely, that’s part of India’s charm—the unpredictability, the contradictions, the way everything feels like it’s on the verge of collapse—but somehow, miraculously, it all works out. India doesn’t adapt to you—you adapt to India.   You stop expecting logic, stop fighting the chaos, and just let it sweep you up. And that’s when India truly reveals itself—not as a city to be controlled but as an experience to be embraced. Either you love it, or you don’t! There’s no in-between!   Jaipur is a city where you lose yourself in temples, stuff yourself with thalis, risk your life crossing the street, and accept that time, logic, and reason are merely suggestions. As we left the city, I realized Jaipur hadn’t changed much. But maybe, just maybe, it had changed me. More on Things to Do and See in Jaipur. Author and photo credit: Cristy Latest Post All Posts Blog The Maha Kumbh Mela: A Journey of Faith and Endurance   A Gathering Like No Other The Maha Kumbh Mela is one of the most significant cultural festivals in the… The Maha Kumbh Mela Day 1: Immersed in the Sea of Humanity   First Day of the Maha Kumbh Mela The official first day of the Maha Kumbh Mela began long before… The Maha Kumbh Mela Day 2: Our Journey Beyond the Sangam   The Nearest Sangam Following our strenuous walk of over 25 kilometers the previous day, every muscle in our legs… The Maha Kumbh Mela Day 2: A Sacred Dip and A Holy Parade   An Unforgettable Experience at the Maha Kumbh Mela   Reaching the Sangam The Sangam is the revered junction of… Serendipity in Jaipur: A Journey Back in Time   My Journey Back in Time I took the night bus from Udaipur to Jaipur, leaving behind the city’s shimmering… Jaipur: A City of Temples, Thalis, and Timeless Chaos   Temples, Thalis, and Timeless Chaos When we arrived in Jaipur, the Pink City, it felt like stepping into a… Savoring Jaipur: The Ultimate Rajasthani Thali Experience Exploring Jaipur’s Best Thali Experiences Amid Jaipur’s bustling streets and majestic palaces, the thali custom unites the essence of Rajasthan’s… Daily Turmoil: The Unchanging, Timeless Chaos of Jaipur Despite Jaipur’s advancements, luxury malls, and modern conveniences, Jaipur still clung to its age-old chaos. Crossing the Street Crossing the… When Plans Fall Apart: Embracing the Unknown in India My Unplanned Trip to India I had planned an ambitious trip to five countries with a coworker I barely knew….

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    When Plans Fall Apart: Embracing the Unknown in India

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    My Unplanned Trip to India I had planned an ambitious trip to five countries with a coworker I barely knew. We bought a round-the-world ticket to see Japan, Vietnam, Nepal, India, and Thailand. She oversaw our stay in Japan, arranging accommodations with her foster family, and used her previous experiences to plan our time in India. However, following our time in Japan, it became evident that we were unsuitable travel partners. Despite this, we continued our trip to Vietnam and Nepal. Finally, at the end of our Nepal trek, we parted ways. This journey did not go as I had planned. I was alone in Kathmandu for a few more days, struggling to decide what to do next. Traveling alone was not new to me, but India was uncharted territory. I had done little research and was mentally unprepared. Nonetheless, I followed my original plan and continued the trip to India. A quick call to a friend in the United States helped me book a flight to Goa, where I hoped to relax on the beach and plan the rest of my adventure. Arriving in New Delhi Two days later, I boarded a plane to New Delhi with no guidebook or maps—only a one-way ticket and an open mind! In 2025, we now have smartphones, GPS, and social media to navigate the world. Back then, we utilized payphones; there was no internet, Google Maps, or quick connections. Travel, in its simplest form, was an unforgettable and thrilling experience. When I arrived at Indira Gandhi International Airport, my first stop was at the gift shop, where I picked up a Lonely Planet guidebook and an India map. Because I traveled light—only a few clothing items, trinkets, and my camera—I breezed through customs and stepped outside into a sea of vivid hues. The airport’s exit evoked a sensory explosion. Women dressed in beautiful saris, men in gorgeous turbans, and uniformed greeters await their guests. My friend had arranged for a car and driver for me, and I saw him holding a sign bearing my name. His kind smile immediately made me feel at ease. Before I knew it, he was putting my bag in the trunk of a black Hindustan Ambassador. Unfortunately, in my excitement, I forgot to photograph him with the automobile. The trip from the airport was chaotic yet captivating. The streets were alive with activity, with auto-rickshaws zipping through traffic alongside multicolored taxis and honking cars. Vehicles darted in and out of lanes with no discernible rhythm, and horns blared as continual background music. Buses rushed by while entire families—sometimes five people—sat precariously atop single motorcycles. Then, amidst the current chaos, I noticed elephants and camels gracefully ambling along the highway as if transported from another era. New Delhi’s airport was even busier in 2025. On our recent trip to India, although we only had to drive three kilometers to leave the airport, a single red light held us up for more than an hour. During our drive to the travel agency, I realized that the vehicle ride itself had been my first true insight into the spirit of India—vibrant, chaotic, and full of unexpected adventure. And I had only been in India for one hour. Travel Agency The driver led me across the busy market streets to a small, cramped office. Inside, an ancient computer and heaps of documents occupied the space. I handed her my passport and explained that I must fly to Goa. The agent frowned. “I apologize, but we have full flights to Goa for the next two weeks!” She looked at me momentarily before offering an alternative: “I can arrange your flight to Bangalore. From there, board the bus to Goa. It’s a long journey, but it’s the best option.” A bus? The thought unsettled me. Traveling by bus in an unfamiliar nation seemed intimidating, but perhaps this was the adventure I had been looking for. “Let’s do it,” I responded, unsure of what was ahead. After I acquired my ticket, my driver took me for a quick lunch before returning to the airport for my 3 p.m. departure to Bangalore. And with that, my adventure began! Off to Bengaluru! Author and photo credit: Cristy Latest Post All Posts Blog The Maha Kumbh Mela: A Journey of Faith and Endurance   A Gathering Like No Other The Maha Kumbh Mela is one of the most significant cultural festivals in the… The Maha Kumbh Mela Day 1: Immersed in the Sea of Humanity   First Day of the Maha Kumbh Mela The official first day of the Maha Kumbh Mela began long before… The Maha Kumbh Mela Day 2: Our Journey Beyond the Sangam   The Nearest Sangam Following our strenuous walk of over 25 kilometers the previous day, every muscle in our legs… The Maha Kumbh Mela Day 2: A Sacred Dip and A Holy Parade   An Unforgettable Experience at the Maha Kumbh Mela   Reaching the Sangam The Sangam is the revered junction of… Serendipity in Jaipur: A Journey Back in Time   My Journey Back in Time I took the night bus from Udaipur to Jaipur, leaving behind the city’s shimmering… Jaipur: A City of Temples, Thalis, and Timeless Chaos   Temples, Thalis, and Timeless Chaos When we arrived in Jaipur, the Pink City, it felt like stepping into a… Savoring Jaipur: The Ultimate Rajasthani Thali Experience Exploring Jaipur’s Best Thali Experiences Amid Jaipur’s bustling streets and majestic palaces, the thali custom unites the essence of Rajasthan’s… Daily Turmoil: The Unchanging, Timeless Chaos of Jaipur Despite Jaipur’s advancements, luxury malls, and modern conveniences, Jaipur still clung to its age-old chaos. Crossing the Street Crossing the… When Plans Fall Apart: Embracing the Unknown in India My Unplanned Trip to India I had planned an ambitious trip to five countries with a coworker I barely knew….

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    Almost Stranded in Bengaluru: An Unexpected Act of Kindness

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    No Hotel Reservations I landed in Bengaluru at about 6 p.m. and had no hotel reservations for the night. As reality set in, I found the payphone and started phoning hostels, budget hotels, and even five-star hotels—only to get the same response: they were all fully booked for the next seven days. Only then did I discover the Miss World Pageant was in town, taking up every available space. I observed two couples in a similar situation at the airport, looking for a place to stay. As the terminal emptied, we were among the few who remained. Overhearing their chat, I approached them and inquired whether they had had any success. With no solutions in sight, the three of us proceeded to plan our following actions together. I noticed a middle-aged man observing us in the distance as we spoke. He wore a perfectly fitted suit and had a subdued power that suited someone from executive circles. A few moments later, he walked over to us and spoke calmly. A Perfect Stranger “You won’t find a hotel tonight or anytime this week,” he told us. “Lodging is almost impossible with the Miss World Pageant in town.” Then, shockingly enough, he said, “If you have nowhere to stay, you are welcome to spend the night at my house.” The three of us exchanged glances as we considered our alternatives. We were stranded for the night. With nothing to lose, we decided to stick together and accompany him. Our strategy was simple: go to the next town in the morning and try our luck. By now, it was about 7:30 p.m., and darkness had descended. As we followed this man to the parking lot, he pointed to a waiting limousine with a chauffeur standing there. “This is the car,” he said. Wait, what? A limousine? Who was this man? Throughout the journey, he engaged us in conversation, asking about our travels and where we were from. However, he shared little about himself. All we knew was his name: Philipose Matthai. His calmness made us feel at ease, and we soon chatted easily. When we arrived at his home, our jaws sank. It was not just a house but a mansion. His wife graciously greeted us, and a maid took us to our rooms, explaining that supper would be ready in 30 minutes. Mr. Matthai informed us that, while he had to go early for work, we could take our time, have breakfast, and stay for a few days if necessary. He also arranged for his driver to transport us wherever we wanted the following morning. I knew very little about Mr. Philipose Matthai other than that he was the head of the Bangalore Coffee Board. What I do know is that he was a kindhearted and generous man. In our time of need, he opened his home to three strangers. He welcomed us warmly, as if we were family, and exhibited worry about my solo travels around India. And to think, I hadn’t even been in India for 24 hours yet. The following morning, I got up early to catch him before he left for work. “What are your plans?” he inquired. The truth was that I still had no clear plan; I was still trying to take the bus to Goa. “Stay a few more days,” he recommended. “The driver can take you sightseeing in the morning.” Before departing, he handed me his business card and stated, “If you need anything or get into trouble while traveling in India, please do not hesitate to contact me.” After breakfast, the driver took us sightseeing, and by lunchtime, we were at a local restaurant, enjoying a well-earned meal after a morning of exploration.  Kindness Goes a Long Way When we left Mr. Matthai’s home, kindness left a lasting impression. Sometimes, the unexpected moments shape our journey in ways we never anticipate. This remains one of my most cherished solo travel stories—a reminder that the best travel experiences aren’t always planned; they often find you when you least expect them. Next Story: An Unexpected Trip to Puttaparthis Author and photo credit: Cristy Latest Post All Posts Blog The Maha Kumbh Mela: A Journey of Faith and Endurance   A Gathering Like No Other The Maha Kumbh Mela is one of the most significant cultural festivals in the… The Maha Kumbh Mela Day 1: Immersed in the Sea of Humanity   First Day of the Maha Kumbh Mela The official first day of the Maha Kumbh Mela began long before… The Maha Kumbh Mela Day 2: Our Journey Beyond the Sangam   The Nearest Sangam Following our strenuous walk of over 25 kilometers the previous day, every muscle in our legs… The Maha Kumbh Mela Day 2: A Sacred Dip and A Holy Parade   An Unforgettable Experience at the Maha Kumbh Mela   Reaching the Sangam The Sangam is the revered junction of… Serendipity in Jaipur: A Journey Back in Time   My Journey Back in Time I took the night bus from Udaipur to Jaipur, leaving behind the city’s shimmering… Jaipur: A City of Temples, Thalis, and Timeless Chaos   Temples, Thalis, and Timeless Chaos When we arrived in Jaipur, the Pink City, it felt like stepping into a… Savoring Jaipur: The Ultimate Rajasthani Thali Experience Exploring Jaipur’s Best Thali Experiences Amid Jaipur’s bustling streets and majestic palaces, the thali custom unites the essence of Rajasthan’s… Daily Turmoil: The Unchanging, Timeless Chaos of Jaipur Despite Jaipur’s advancements, luxury malls, and modern conveniences, Jaipur still clung to its age-old chaos. 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    An Unexpected Trip to Puttaparthi – A Spiritual Curiosity

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    A Detour to Puttaparthi The Australian couple I met last night at Mr. Matthai’s house, Joe and Amy, make an annual journey to Puttaparthi in India. They were Sathya Sai Baba devotees who planned to take the afternoon bus to his ashram. That morning, we went sightseeing together. I expressed my plans for Goa, but interest in Puttaparthi arose. What kept them coming back year after year? I spontaneously inquired about joining them, vowing to depart if I didn’t find it captivating. And with that conversation, we were on the bus to Puttaparthi! During the bus ride, they explained Sai Baba’s origins, the ashram, and what I may expect. Who is Satya Sai Baba? The renowned spiritual leader of Puttaparthi, Satya Sai Baba, transformed a small village in Andhra Pradesh into a destination where people from around the globe learn about faith and service. Born in 1926, he was believed to possess divine powers. His teachings of love, peace, and selfless service attracted millions. His ashram, Prasanthi Nilayam, became a sanctuary for seekers by offering free medical care, education, and various forms of assistance. Standing out in his orange robe and curly hair, he advocated for unity among different faiths by emphasizing the importance of truth and compassion. Although he passed away in 2011, his legacy inspires people everywhere to love and support one another. Arriving at Prasanthi Nilayam Puttaparthi,  125 kilometers northeast of Bengaluru, is home to the ashram Prasanthi Nilayam—”The Abode of Supreme Peace”—and the birthplace of spiritual leader Sathya Sai Baba. When we arrived at 4 p.m., we were told to prepare for darshan (Satya Sai Baba’s appearance) at 6 p.m. The aroma of sandalwood and incense drifted through the air, mixing with the mumbled prayers of countless followers in the background. Darshan represents an outpouring of pure love. Each person receives this blessing from Sai Baba in a unique way that is beyond human comprehension. Walking through the ashram gates, I sensed an unearthly calmness in the air. The cold breeze held a peaceful force as if hundreds of prayers had soaked the ground beneath my feet. Prasanthi Nilayam’s architecture was humble, yet it emanated a quiet majesty. At check-in, I learned that single tourists received different rooms than married couples. That was when I said my goodbyes to Joe and Amy. They had a whole week of activities scheduled at the ashram, and after exchanging addresses, I never saw them again. Inside the Ashram The ashram’s arduous standards made me uneasy. Nonetheless, after freshening up, I went to the prayer hall, arriving shortly before 6 p.m. Thousands of followers filled the large auditorium, all clothed in white and sitting cross-legged with their eyes closed in concentration. A strong sense of yearning filled the air. These people weren’t simply there to watch; they came to experience something. Then something happened! When Sathya Sai Baba appeared, the crowd hummed. He moved forward in his distinctive saffron robe, unhurried but purposeful, as if each step held deep significance. Despite being a single man among millions, he appeared to see everyone, acknowledging each soul with a sweeping glance. I’d never seen anything like it in my life. As a Catholic, Sunday Mass did not look like this, and even seeing the Pope at the Vatican didn’t seem this intense. The excitement in the hall was intimidating. I felt as if I had walked into a cult. Everywhere I looked, eyes shone with a nearly trance-like devotion. As Satya Sai Baba approached the rear of the auditorium, close to where I sat, I felt my breath racing. A silence enveloped me, stretching the moment into infinity. Suddenly, he turned toward me and raised his hand in a small but commanding move. A weird feeling washed over me, like a silent wave of light, dismissing doubts I wasn’t aware I was harboring. The entire hall burst into chants. The name Satya Sai Baba echoed and swelled, blending into a single, vibrating buzz. Around me, faces shone with an almost divine light. I felt drawn into a cosmic rhythm, uncertain about my desire to participate. Then it struck me; I needed to leave. I rose softly, left the prayer hall, and went directly to my room. In a matter of minutes, I had my backpack thrown over my shoulder and was on my way to the railway station. As I exited Prasanthi Nilayam, I felt a jumbled mix of amazement, discomfort, and something else I couldn’t quite identify. As a passing visitor unfamiliar with Satya Sai Baba’s teachings, I had visited the ashram out of curiosity. I had no aspirations and no connection to the faith. However, there was a shift. I didn’t understand what I’d seen, but I couldn’t deny its impact. A whisper echoed in my mind, reminding me that life was more than simply moving from one place to another—it was about encounters such as these. There are moments when something beyond words prompts you to pause. I left Puttaparthi without devotion or answers. But I left with a feeling—a sight of something higher, a peace I had no idea I needed. Changing Course My original plan was simple: ride the next available bus to Goa. I could have gone through with it. But something inside me drew me in a different direction. The journey expanded beyond simply determining my destination. It was about allowing the journey to unfold as it desired. And so, I let go of my plans and prepared for whatever adventure lay ahead. Off to the railway station.   No Photos from Puttaparthi Photography was strictly prohibited inside the ashram, so I have no pictures to remember my time there. Additionally, my departure from the town was so rushed that I barely had the opportunity to capture any images of the surrounding area. All I have are vivid memories of that fleeting yet impactful experience, preserved only in my mind. 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    A Night Train to Bijapur: A Journey of Unexpected Connections

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    Railway Station I ran as fast as I could to the Puttaparthi Railway Station. My first thought was to take the train to Goa, but no reserved seats were available. I will tell you that buying a ticket without a seat reservation is a terrible idea, though! The next train leaving was for Bijapur and would arrive at 8:05 a.m. I swiftly purchased a one-way ticket and boarded the train, entrusting the next journey to chance. As the train moved slowly through the night, I fell asleep and woke up to the steady sounds of the rails. I slept all night, waking up only a few times to ensure I hadn’t missed my stop and falling back asleep. Indian people were in the sleeper car with me, but that didn’t worry me. A soothing background was made up of people talking, the faint clatter of tea sellers walking through the aisles, and the steady lull of the train. Arriving in Bijapur Before I knew it, dawn was coming through the dirty windows of the train. The train arrived on time. Finding a suitable hostel when I got to Bijapur wasn’t complicated. A good place to stay for a few nights would allow me to see the city and figure out what to do next. Unexpected Connections  I can’t remember what part of the trip I met Claire and Sara, two women from Norway and the UK traveling solo. We hung out in Bijapur, and we all became friends right away! Our shared experiences led us to some of India’s most awe-inspiring historical sites. In Hampi, the otherworldly landscape of colossal rocks and ancient ruins transported us to a bygone era. We spent days exploring the remnants of the Vijayanagar Empire, marveling at the enduring structures and intricate carvings. Amidst the ruins, the Virupaksha Temple stood as a testament to the city’s former grandeur, a sight that left us in awe. The Ellora and Ajanta Caves are where we went from Hampi. We learned about the different parts of India’s religious and artistic history at each place. We were amazed at how skilled people must be to cut whole buildings out of a single rock face at Ellora. The Hindu, Buddhist, and Jain temples and churches were massive and made of rock. I felt like I was going back when I saw the rich paintings at Ajanta that showed the Buddha’s life. Even after prolonged use, the colors and features remained noticeable. We went to other places, but I don’t remember much until I located the pictures. Our trip wasn’t just a trip; Claire, Sara, and I became friends and kept in touch after returning from India. After a few years, Sara came to see me in San Francisco. Ironically, her departure coincided with the birth of my first son. I didn’t get to spend much time with her. But the connection we made on those grimy Indian roads was still strong. But we stopped talking, and I’ve been looking for Sara ever since. However, Claire stays in touch, and sometimes we send an occasional email. I also met Elise during this trip. She was another solo traveler who would later play a significant part in my journey. She told me she was going to Rajasthan soon, and if I ended up in Jaipur, I should look her up at Evergreen. I told her I was still figuring out where I wanted to go, but if I ended up in Jaipur, I would look her up. Next stop: The Golden City of Jaisalmer!   Author and photo credit: Cristy Latest Post All Posts Blog The Maha Kumbh Mela: A Journey of Faith and Endurance   A Gathering Like No Other The Maha Kumbh Mela is one of the most significant cultural festivals in the… The Maha Kumbh Mela Day 1: Immersed in the Sea of Humanity   First Day of the Maha Kumbh Mela The official first day of the Maha Kumbh Mela began long before… The Maha Kumbh Mela Day 2: Our Journey Beyond the Sangam   The Nearest Sangam Following our strenuous walk of over 25 kilometers the previous day, every muscle in our legs… The Maha Kumbh Mela Day 2: A Sacred Dip and A Holy Parade   An Unforgettable Experience at the Maha Kumbh Mela   Reaching the Sangam The Sangam is the revered junction of… Serendipity in Jaipur: A Journey Back in Time   My Journey Back in Time I took the night bus from Udaipur to Jaipur, leaving behind the city’s shimmering… Jaipur: A City of Temples, Thalis, and Timeless Chaos   Temples, Thalis, and Timeless Chaos When we arrived in Jaipur, the Pink City, it felt like stepping into a… Savoring Jaipur: The Ultimate Rajasthani Thali Experience Exploring Jaipur’s Best Thali Experiences Amid Jaipur’s bustling streets and majestic palaces, the thali custom unites the essence of Rajasthan’s… Daily Turmoil: The Unchanging, Timeless Chaos of Jaipur Despite Jaipur’s advancements, luxury malls, and modern conveniences, Jaipur still clung to its age-old chaos. Crossing the Street Crossing the… When Plans Fall Apart: Embracing the Unknown in India My Unplanned Trip to India I had planned an ambitious trip to five countries with a coworker I barely knew….

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    Udaipur: The City of Lakes and Serenity

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    Udaipur, The White City I arrived at Udaipur, the City of Lakes, from the golden deserts of Jaisalmer. The difference was striking. Whereas Jaisalmer had been harsh and rugged, Udaipur was delicate, almost ethereal, with its whitewashed palaces and glistening waterways radiating simple grace. In 1996, Udaipur, the White City, felt ageless. Its appeal was played in tones of light and shadow. I meandered around its small pathways without a clear agenda, photographing events in black and white. The lack of color accentuated the contrasts—the complex lines of the antique havelis, the deep wrinkles of an old chai vendor observing the world go by, and the graceful shapes of ladies balancing brass pots on their heads.   Best Show in Town Speaking with delight about Octopussy, the James Bond film made in Udaipur, the locals’ nightly screenings by restaurants and guesthouses reminded guests that Udaipur had hosted cinematic splendor. From my vantage point, I could see what the directors must have seen—a monochromatic masterpiece in which history and daily life melted together in a metropolis of royal palaces floating on peaceful lakes. Time seems to slow down in Udaipur, and I joyfully yield to its soft flow. The city’s defining characteristic was its lakes, right at its core. Lake Pichola was expansive and mirror-like, reflecting the magnificence of the palaces around its coast. The Lake Palace, situated near the lake’s center, evoked a fairytale vision. Udaipur’s evenings exuded pure magic. As evening fell, the city shone softly, its lights swinging in the breeze over rooftop cafés. The distant chime of the temple bells, mixed with the delicate notes of a sitar, created a song around me like a cozy hug. I cradled a cup of tea, discovered a rooftop view of the lake, and watched Udaipur disappear into its glittering mirror. Next stop: the Pink City of Jaipur! Author and photo credit: Cristy Latest Post All Posts Blog The Maha Kumbh Mela: A Journey of Faith and Endurance   A Gathering Like No Other The Maha Kumbh Mela is one of the most significant cultural festivals in the… The Maha Kumbh Mela Day 1: Immersed in the Sea of Humanity   First Day of the Maha Kumbh Mela The official first day of the Maha Kumbh Mela began long before… The Maha Kumbh Mela Day 2: Our Journey Beyond the Sangam   The Nearest Sangam Following our strenuous walk of over 25 kilometers the previous day, every muscle in our legs… The Maha Kumbh Mela Day 2: A Sacred Dip and A Holy Parade   An Unforgettable Experience at the Maha Kumbh Mela   Reaching the Sangam The Sangam is the revered junction of… Serendipity in Jaipur: A Journey Back in Time   My Journey Back in Time I took the night bus from Udaipur to Jaipur, leaving behind the city’s shimmering… Jaipur: A City of Temples, Thalis, and Timeless Chaos   Temples, Thalis, and Timeless Chaos When we arrived in Jaipur, the Pink City, it felt like stepping into a… Savoring Jaipur: The Ultimate Rajasthani Thali Experience Exploring Jaipur’s Best Thali Experiences Amid Jaipur’s bustling streets and majestic palaces, the thali custom unites the essence of Rajasthan’s… Daily Turmoil: The Unchanging, Timeless Chaos of Jaipur Despite Jaipur’s advancements, luxury malls, and modern conveniences, Jaipur still clung to its age-old chaos. Crossing the Street Crossing the… When Plans Fall Apart: Embracing the Unknown in India My Unplanned Trip to India I had planned an ambitious trip to five countries with a coworker I barely knew….

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