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In the name of friendship – My search ends in Krishna

In childhood, I witnessed and encountered many situations I never spoke about—not with friends, not even with family. I carried them quietly, like invisible weights on my young shoulders.

There were moments when I heard people badmouthing my parents and siblings—saying things no child should ever have to process. And I stayed silent. Maybe because I didn’t know how to speak up. Maybe because I feared being misunderstood.

My father sacrificed his life at work, and my mother gave her all at home. Both were deeply devoted, intellectually inclined souls. Yet, the world still found reasons to disrespect them. And I, as a child, didn’t know how to handle that dissonance—between the love I felt and the judgment I saw.

There was also an age gap between me and my elder sisters. While they were growing into their own worlds, I often found myself alone. Not unloved—but lonely.

I didn’t have a friend I could truly call my own.

Back then, that “best friend” label meant everything. It was what every classmate flaunted. It was the norm, and not having that made me feel like I was missing something fundamental.

Looking back now, I realise the root of my loneliness wasn’t just about not having someone to talk to.

It was about not feeling understood.
It was about the emotional burdens I carried silently.
It was about being surrounded, yet unseen.

And most of all—it was about my yearning for true connection, a quiet hunger to be met with presence and compassion.

I gave my all wherever I went—and yes, I expected in return. Because I’m human, not a saint. And human hearts crave mutuality.

But that giving often came with pain.
I was broken, shattered, betrayed, used.
And slowly, life taught me something essential:

That I was seeking at the wrong place.

Along the way, I met different people—friends who felt like answers, soulmates, companions.
Some stayed for a while. Others came and left like seasons.

And they taught nothing is permanent in life.

But with time and reflection, something shifted.

I now understand: it was never about having someone to share everything with.
It was about Being—
Being accepted.
Being seen.
Being held—not in performance, but in presence.

And my seeking ends here.

For I now seek everything in Krishna—
The friend I always dreamt of.
The one who was always there when I felt lonely.
The one I failed to recognise.

That divine presence within me—the quiet wisdom guiding me through the chaos—was Him.
He was assisting me in silence, watching over my broken moments, holding space in my solitude.

I thought I lacked a best friend.
But truly—I’ve always had the best one anyone could ever ask for.

My eternal companion. My Krishna.

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A Personal Story of Grief Beyond Words

Mom was a COPD patient and she was not keeping well, but we never thought we would lose her. She usually felt a little deterioration in winters.

Suddenly, one day she fell due to sudden dizziness, and that marked the beginning of her suffering moving to another dimension. For 10 days, she was at home under family care.

Me and my elder sister were not willing to admit her to the hospital because, subconsciously, we knew that if she got admitted, her health would deteriorate more.

But once we noticed blood in her urine channel, and she complained of being unable to pass urine, we had no choice. We called her doctor under whose treatment she was undergoing, but he denied admitting her to his hospital.

Our family doctor, who would always come to visit Mom whenever she was admitted before, also denied visiting, saying he was now too old and no longer visited hospitals.

Something did not seem right.

These eyes witnessed her suffering and crying in pain. Her hands were swollen like balloons, including her palms. Water was oozing out from her hands, and her skin looked stretched and fragile.

Her hands were restrained because there was a risk of her pulling out the ventilator pipe, which could have led to immediate loss of life. Her legs were restrained due to blood circulation issues. Her body started developing sores, and my teary eyes could do nothing but feel helpless.

Amidst all this, she was worried about me—because I was single, and she always thought of me as a kid. Even when she was not fully conscious, she was concerned about hospital expenses.

In the previous hospital admissions of my mom and dad, my sisters were the ones dealing with the doctors. They were more of the face to it.

But this time, for the first time, it was completely me.

One night, I was called at midnight by the doctors. They said they needed to put a central line (cannula) in her throat because her hands were swollen, had clots, and they couldn’t locate a vein. This central line goes directly into a major vein near the heart. I was shaken.

Three days later, she suffered a heart attack. The doctors managed to revive her, but she was then put on a ventilator.

Her suffering didn’t end there.

There is a medical protocol that says a person cannot be on a ventilator for more than a week. After that, they usually do a tracheostomy, where a hole is made in the throat so the person can breathe through it. After this, they can’t speak anymore.

It was a new term for us. We consulted many doctors—we didn’t want to go for it, but eventually, we had no choice.

In the meantime, during all those 28 days in the hospital, the doctors seemed reluctant and distant about her case. It felt like they were not taking her condition seriously. The doctor had a clear belief that she wouldn’t survive, but he did not communicate this to us openly until much later.

Ironically, he was the one who knew her case history the best. He was considered one of the top doctors in town, and her treatment was happening in one of the best hospitals in the city.

But I didn’t want to give up. I had read about near-death experiences. I wanted to leave no stone unturned.

Finally, on 24th January, her health reached a point where even the bladder, rice tube was not functioning. Her normal urine passage was blocked, and urine had to be drained through a tube inserted in her lower abdomen.

I saw blood coming out of her mouth when she tried to speak, and tears rolled down her eyes. All I could do was stand there, helpless.

She was semi-conscious, but I know my messages reached her. She heard me—and she acknowledged them in her own way.

During this time, I was pressured by many people to sign the consent form—the one that says no further treatment should be given, or that we should ask the doctors to remove the ventilator because of the hospital expenses.

But what would I do with money if I don’t have Mom?

My entire motivation to be and do something in life was through her and for her.

The reason I am something today is because of her.
She played the role of both mother and father for us. After my father’s cerebral attack, she hid all the problems and challenges from him. She never let him see the struggles she was facing.

Her strength, her sacrifices, and her unconditional love are the foundation of whatever I have become.

I refused to sign the consent form. I wanted to wait till the very last moment—until I saw her organs starting to fail one by one. At that point, she was alive in body, but gone in spirit—only her breath was moving. She was living, but it was as if life had already left.

We lost her on the morning of 27th January (Friday) due to septic shock and a heart attack.

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FACING THE FEAR – A SILENT BATTLE

A couple of weeks ago, someone told me,
“Once you’ve lost one parent and dealt with it, you become prepared for the loss of the other. You stop fearing it.”

I was under shock—astonished and surprised. I mentally said, God bless you, ended the conversation, and hung up.

Consciously, I did not remember that thought, but it seems it stayed with me in my subconscious mind.

For the past one week, I noticed myself feeling an undercurrent of fear that I couldn’t quite name—until now.

It’s the fear of losing my father.

Maybe this fear developed during that conversation or perhaps it traces back to my childhood, when my father had a cerebral attack. I don’t know. But what I do know is this:

Losing a parent is not something you get “used to.” Even after one loss, the thought of losing the other can be just as overwhelming—if not more. When one parent is gone, the surviving parent often becomes a living reflection of both, carrying shared memories and silent comforts. That bond makes the idea of further loss even more delicate, not less. This is that relation where the last strings are attached—for both of them.

I’ve also come to realize that when people speak about grief, they often reveal their own coping mechanisms, not universal truths. The person who shared this thought with me is going through a broken relationship and battling their own depression. Maybe distancing themselves from emotional attachments feels safer to them right now. Sometimes people try to minimize future pain as a way to survive current pain.

But grief doesn’t follow a formula. Love cannot be systemized. Each loss reshapes us differently.

Grief is not something to overcome, but something we learn to carry. It doesn’t go away, but it shifts and changes form with time. The love remains—and maybe that’s what helps us keep going.

Maybe the real courage isn’t in preparing for loss—but in allowing ourselves to love fully, despite knowing its impermanence.

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Smile: Your secret Superpower

Smile is Underrated 😊
– By Priyanka Murarka

Have you ever noticed how easily we forget to smile, especially when life throws a curveball?

We often look for complex solutions to manage our emotions.
But what if I told you that one of the simplest, most magical tools is right under your nose—quite literally?

Next time you’re upset—no matter what the reason or even in the worst-case scenario—try this simple practice:

  • Close your eyes
  • Consciously smile
  • Consciously observe the impact of that smile on your face, your mood, and your physical body

You’ll be amazed.
Your jaw relaxes, your breathing deepens, and a quiet warmth spreads across your being.
A smile softens the sharp edges of pain.
It’s like an inner sunshine that peeks through even on the cloudiest days.

I do this often.
It doesn’t mean I’m ignoring my emotions—
It means I’m choosing to meet them gently, with grace.

Smile is magical ✨
Smile is therapy 💆‍♀️
Smile is enlightening 🌟
Smile is love and light 💖✨

And the best part?
It’s free, effortless, and always available.

So today, give yourself that gift.
Smile—not for the world, but for you.

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Breaking Limits: One Rep at a Time

Lesson : Stop cribbing! It only adds to the pain and keeps you from seeing what you’re truly capable of. Gather yourself and keep pushing.


This morning, my coach asked me to do bicep curls with 5 kg weights. I’d only used 2 kg before, so I double-checked — “Did you say 5 kg😭?”

He confirmed, and I began… cribbing through every rep. My arms screamed, and it felt like my elbows would snap.


After a few reps, he snapped at me: “Either switch back to 2 kg or do 5 kg without a single crib.” That hit me hard. I had a choice—to give up or try. I chose the second.


I connected with my upper arm, fore arm and then whole body and told myself, “We do this together as a team work irrespective of outcome”.
Somehow, I pushed through. Finished 3 sets of 10 reps, with enormous pain but proud.


And I noticed something:
When I stopped cribbing and focused with a positive mindset, the reps actually felt a bit better. The pain was still there—but more bearable.


Outcome: I didn’t just lift 5 kg—I lifted my mindset.


Deeply grateful to my coach — not just for pushing me physically, but for rewiring my inner dialogue. 🙏

For those who say they’ve never met Hitler (kharus old-school type) – clearly, you’ve never trained with mine 😅


And honestly, every week of workout feels like a milestone. It’s not just my body moving — it’s my mind being trained. This journey has made me realize that the body is just the medium… it’s all mind work. 🧠

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A Journey Back to Her Embrace

Some journeys change something deep inside you—without warning, without effort. My recent trip to Sikkim was one such journey.

As I was approaching my destination, something unexpected caught my attention. On the way, I saw a monkey gently cradling its baby, much like how a kangaroo holds its little one in her pouch. That tender moment struck me deeply—it reminded me of my mother’s love. The kind of love that stays with you, even in silence. That one scene held more warmth and emotion than words can express.

Soon after, just as I was about to reach the hotel, I looked up—and there it was: a sunset over the Himalayan mountains. Golden hues spilling over snow-kissed peaks, stillness all around, and in that moment… something within me shifted. My heart felt full. Tears began to roll down my cheeks without any explanation. It was overwhelming, humbling, and deeply moving. I whispered to myself, this is where I belong. I would give up everything for this stillness—for this feeling of home.

A Moment Beyond Words

Honestly, what I’ve written here might be just 0.1% of what I truly felt. No words could fully contain what I experienced. Sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever be able to fully express it—and I’ve made peace with that. Because I know I’m blessed to have lived it.

And maybe… some things are meant to be felt, not described.

The Real Journey

This wasn’t a trip I planned for leisure—it was a break I desperately needed. For the longest time, I had been yearning to escape.
From my home.
From people.
From responsibilities.
From everything.

It felt like I had been carrying too much for too long—and I just wanted to run.

But the haunting didn’t stop with the change of place. The thoughts, the people, the pain… they followed me. And then, somewhere between those winding roads and quiet moments, I realized: I wasn’t running from them—I was running from myself.

That realization changed everything.

The Himalayas didn’t just offer peace; they mirrored my chaos. And in their vast silence, I began to hear myself again. That moment of deep emotional release, standing before the mountains, was more than just awe—it was cleansing. A beginning. A homecoming.

It felt like Mother Nature held me the way my mother once did—with quiet strength and unconditional love.

The stillness around me somehow reached the noise inside me. And then, emotion welled up in my eyes—quiet, unstoppable, and deep.

In that moment, I remembered something I hadn’t felt for long.

Whenever life overwhelmed me, I would quietly place my head in my mother’s lap.
No words were spoken. Just her hand gently stroking my hair.
Tears would flow… and in that silence, I always felt—

This is the safest, purest, and most peaceful place in the Universe — I felt my higher self. I felt grounded, I felt whole. I felt a deep sense of belonging, warmth, and divine love.

That day in the Himalayas… it felt just like that.
Like I was once again resting in her lap.
It wasn’t just the mountains. It was Mother Nature. It was my mother.
It was something beyond words—like the universe held me in the very same way she once did.

And for the first time in a long time…
I wasn’t alone.

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Inner ripples of outer perception

Another realization that’s been quietly unfolding within me for the past few months…

Every time I try to see or feel something far away — whether it’s a distant vision, a future possibility, or even just imagining something right in front of me — I notice something interesting.

I don’t actually feel it “outside” of me.
I feel it within me.

Even when my mind reaches outward, my experience pulls me inward.

And that’s when it struck me — whether we think or feel something beautiful or something painful,
it impacts us internally.

Our inner world is where all experiences, even the “external” ones, are processed, lived, and held.

So, in a way…
The outer is just a mirror.
The real ripple is always within.

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Read to Rise: The Silent Power of Words

Reading, for me, is a form of manifestation. You can buy the best books in the world, stack them on your shelf, and admire their covers—but the real magic lies in reading them, understanding their message, and most importantly, implementing what you learn. Especially when it comes to non-fiction, the goal shouldn’t be to chase numbers—how many books you read in a year—but to allow each book to transform you.

I believe reading is the best companion one can ever have. It offers immense wisdom and, at times, can be a complete life-changer. Through books, we access the perspectives of people who have spent their entire lives learning, reflecting, and growing. It’s a gift—a silent dialogue with the greatest minds, spiritual masters, and changemakers from all walks of life.

To me, reading is therapy. It’s a sacred practice. It’s healing.

There was a time I never thought I’d read anything beyond my academic or professional books. But consciously, I chose to start reading. And that choice has truly shaped the path ahead. I realized that this is my way forward—towards growth, awareness, and transformation.

Each book feels like a blessing—curated wisdom from countless souls across the globe. I always recommend Atomic Habits to anyone beginning their reading journey. It’s a great place to start developing the habit of reading—at any age, any stage of life.

Reading is a blessing in disguise. It can become your best buddy, your deepest companion. One who listens, who speaks, who guides. So if there’s one gentle nudge I can offer—it’s this: invite reading into your life. Not as a task, but as a quiet companion. Let it whisper truths, stir questions, and awaken parts of you long forgotten. One page at a time, it might just help you come home to yourself.

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2024: A Year of Miracles, Growth, and Divine Surrender

As I reflect on 2024, my heart swells with emotions—of gratitude, awe, and reverence for how life has unfolded. What began as a year filled with challenges transformed into an extraordinary journey of manifestations, spiritual blessings, and profound realizations.

Manifesting Dreams Beyond Imagination

The year began with chaos—work pressure at the office mounting, the uncertainty of finding a new flat, and moments of utter exhaustion. For months, I juggled undue pressure at work with increased responsibilities and flat-hunting trips, facing rejection after rejection. Yet, after relentless efforts, I finally found a home in a dream community, one that aligned with my heart in every way. The flat was on the third floor—a number that has always held a special place in my life, symbolizing harmony, luck, and divine connection.

Shortly after settling in, I stumbled upon an old diary. In its pages, I found a forgotten wish I had written years ago—my dream of traveling internationally for the first time, specifically to Europe. This year, that wish became reality. When my trip was confirmed, tears streamed down my face. I hadn’t even remembered writing that wish, but the universe had, and it delivered in the most beautiful way.

Europe was nothing short of magical. I’ll never forget standing in Scotland, caught in unexpected rain without a jacket or umbrella. Nervously, I wished for the rain to stop—and miraculously, it did. Hours later, after buying a raincoat, the rain began again. It was as if the universe was reassuring me that my smallest prayers are heard and answered.

A Gift That Transformed Me

This year also brought me The Magic, a book gifted by my divine mother on her birthday. Its lessons on gratitude opened my eyes to the power of appreciating life, even during the toughest moments. It wasn’t just a book—it became a guide that helped me embrace life’s miracles, big and small, with an open heart.

A Spiritual Awakening

One of the most transformative experiences of 2024 was attending a seven-day course that began on Guru Purnima and ended just a day before my birthday. It felt like a divine gift, an orchestration by the universe that left me feeling deeply connected to my spiritual path. On my birthday, I felt blessed in ways words cannot capture. It was as if the universe was saying, “Here is more than you could have ever asked for.”

Exactly a month later, I was given an incredible opportunity at my workplace to deliver a Mudra Awareness session. Surprisingly, it became a turning point, as I received an overwhelming response that exceeded all expectations. This experience marked the beginning of the sessions I started conducting to spread awareness among family and friends, gradually expanding from the known to the unknown. It was the start of a journey of connection, learning, and growth.

Becoming an Instrument of Healing

Amid these blessings, I began to feel called to give back. This year, I started conducting meditation sessions, guiding others in their healing journeys. Every time someone shared their transformation, I felt a deep sense of fulfillment. It’s humbling to be a part of someone’s path to peace and self-discovery.

Jagannath Puri: A Pilgrimage of the Heart

The year’s culmination was my trip to Jagannath Puri, a place that holds immense spiritual significance for me. As I stood before the sacred temple, memories of the Jagannath temple in Medica Super Specialty Hospital flooded back. It was where my late mother, my greatest guide and strength, found solace during her final days.

I knelt before Lord Jagannath, asking for a place at His feet, but instead, I felt Him pulling me into His heart. That moment melted something within me. The temple reminded me of my mother’s unwavering faith and how, even in her toughest days, she never stopped seeking divine grace.

Puri is the sacred spot where, as the legend goes, Lord Krishna’s heart descended, and from it, the iconic idol of Jagannath was created. For me, this journey was not just physical but deeply spiritual—a merging of hearts, a connection that felt like coming home to my soul.

I stood there, tears rolling down my face, feeling my heart expand with gratitude and awe. I realized that this was more than just a trip; it was a reminder that no matter where life takes us, the love and strength of those we hold dear stay with us, guiding and protecting us.

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Embracing Pain as a Pathway to Wisdom

This year also brought three deeply challenging episodes of physical suffering that tested my resilience and faith. The first struck soon after I returned from Europe, leading to a month of tremendous pain and struggle. The second came after nine days of fasting during Navratri, lasting over two and a half months. It was only after I visited the sacred Jagannath Temple in Puri during Christmas that I found relief. The third episode, though brief, occurred just days before my return from Puri.

Each period of suffering was profound and transformative. During those moments of intense pain, my unwavering faith in the Divine Presence and the love of Lord Jagannath kept me afloat. The trials became opportunities for immense inner growth, teaching me lessons of acceptance, surrender, and resilience.

In the depths of pain, I found solace in the realization that my late mother is in a far better place now—a thought that brought me peace even amidst the turmoil. These challenges deepened my connection to my faith and imparted a wisdom that will stay with me forever.

Takeaways from 2024

  • Gratitude Unlocks Miracles: The power of gratitude transformed my struggles into blessings. A simple shift in perspective can lead to unimaginable outcome.
  • The Universe Listens: Whether it was finding my dream flat or experiencing Scotland’s rain halting at my wish, the universe showed me that our desires are heard and fulfilled in divine timing.
  • Persistence Pays Off: From relentless flat-hunting to navigating challenges at work, pushing forward with determination eventually led to a dream-like resolution.
  • Forgotten Dreams Resurface: My Europe trip was a forgotten wish written years ago that manifested beautifully, reminding me to trust that our dreams never truly fade away—they manifest when the time is right.
  • Faith Sustains Through Pain: During intense physical suffering, my unwavering faith in the Divine provided strength and solace.
  • Acceptance Brings Peace: Embracing suffering instead of resisting it opened the door to profound inner growth and wisdom.
  • Resilience is Built in Struggles: Each painful episode became a stepping stone to developing unshakable resilience and inner strength.
  • Divine Timing Heals: The visit to Jagannath Temple during Christmas marked the turning point of my healing, reaffirming the power of divine timing.
  • Spiritual Connection Deepens: The trip to Jagannath Puri and the Guru Purnima course were deeply transformative, reinforcing my belief in divine guidance and spiritual growth.
  • Mother’s Eternal Presence: Jagannath Puri reminded me of my mother’s strength, faith, and love, showing me that those we lose in the physical world remain with us in spirit, guiding us.
  • Healing Is a Shared Journey: Conducting meditation sessions this year has been humbling, teaching me the beauty of being an instrument in someone’s healing process.
  • Surrender Brings Fulfillment: Letting go of control and trusting the process brought blessings far beyond what I could have imagined.
  • Faith in Action: From forgotten wishes to spiritual awakenings, 2024 proved that faith, combined with consistent effort, creates miracles.
  • From Struggles to Upliftment: The year began with challenges and struggles but evolved into a journey of growth and awakening. The trip to Jagannath Puri symbolized this transformation—melting away the weight of life’s difficulties and immersing me in the heart of creation, where divine connection and grace led me to peace and profound understanding.

Each moment of 2024, from the struggles to the blessings, carried a lesson: that life is a journey of faith, gratitude, and surrender.

May we always find the courage to surrender, the heart to believe, and the strength to embrace the beauty of the unknown.

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Lord Jagannath: A Divine Journey Through Art and Mystery

Lord Jagannath: A Divine Journey Through Art and Mystery

The spiritual energy of Jagannath Puri is unlike anything else in the world. Known as one of India’s Char Dhams (four sacred abodes), it is home to Lord Jagannath, an enigmatic deity revered for His unique form and the mysteries surrounding Him. Inspired by His divine essence, I recently painted an abstract depiction of Lord Jagannath, focusing solely on Him, without His siblings Balabhadra and Subhadra.

Through this painting, I wanted to reflect the divine mysteries and energy that surround Lord Jagannath—truths that go beyond art and enter the realm of faith.

✉️🕊️ The Mysteries of Jagannath Puri Temple

The temple of Lord Jagannath is not just a sacred site but also a treasure trove of inexplicable phenomena that leave even skeptics in awe:

  • The Flag That Defies the Wind: Every day, a flag is hoisted atop the temple to honor Lord Jagannath. Strangely, the flag flutters in the opposite direction of the wind, defying basic scientific principles. This phenomenon continues to baffle scientists and devotees alike, symbolizing the deity’s divine power that supersedes natural laws.
  • Untouched Skies: The area above the temple is considered so holy that no birds or planes cross its skies. While many attribute this to divine protection, it remains an unexplainable phenomenon that adds to the temple’s sanctity.
  • The Mahaprasad Miracle: The temple’s kitchen is one of the largest in the world, cooking food in clay pots stacked one on top of the other. What’s astonishing is that the food in the top pot cooks first, defying conventional cooking methods. Furthermore, despite serving thousands of devotees daily, there is never any wastage—a testament to the deity’s precise blessings.
  • Ocean’s Silence: As you approach the temple, the roaring sound of the ocean waves diminishes to an eerie silence. Miraculously, the sound reappears once you move past the temple. Many believe this silence signifies the peaceful aura surrounding Lord Jagannath’s abode.
  • The Unfinished Form: Lord Jagannath’s incomplete appearance—marked by round eyes and unfinished limbs—is a powerful symbol of divine acceptance. His form reminds us that perfection lies in embracing imperfections, and that divinity can be found in every incomplete story.

🎨 My Artistic Journey with Lord Jagannath

Creating an abstract depiction of Lord Jagannath was not merely an act of painting—it was a deeply spiritual experience. Every brushstroke felt guided by His unseen hand, filling my heart with tranquility and devotion.

Lord Jagannath’s form, with its distinct and incomplete features, resonates with the truth that imperfections connect us to the divine. His appearance is a reminder that life’s incompleteness and uncertainties are not flaws but parts of a grander design.

The process of painting was a meditative journey for me. It allowed me to reflect on:

  • Faith: The unwavering belief in the divine plan, even when life feels unfinished.
  • Surrender: Letting go of control and trusting the higher power.
  • Creation: The profound bond between the creator and the creation, where art becomes a dialogue with the universe.

🙏 A Personal Invitation to Reflect

Have you ever visited Jagannath Puri or felt a connection to its mysteries? What does Lord Jagannath mean to you, and how do His lessons resonate with your journey?

Let us come together to celebrate His divinity—be it through art, faith, or life’s mysterious paths. Each of us carries an unfinished story, and through His grace, we find the courage to embrace it.

🌟 May His Divine Presence Guide Us All

May Lord Jagannath bless us with the opportunity to feel His presence—whether through the vibrant colors of art, the serenity of faith, or the winding paths of life.

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