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The first glimpse of the snow capped Himalayan Mountains glistening like gold as the reflection of the setting sun cast it’s yellow light on the white crystals of snow. An architecture beyond grasp, etchings of the past, echoes of celebrations, tapasya and liberation. Usha (daughter of Banasura) married Aniruddha,
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The spot where Mandakini meets Alakananda. This is the place where Lord Shiva taught music to Narad Muni. A place of sadhana for all Sastriya Sangeet sadhakas. Prayers unto your damru, the origin of taal, (jo kaal ko bandhta hai) for improving my taal awareness.
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A deity of Lord Vishnu standing on the feet without base or support since Satiyuga. Inscriptions state visitors from 1st century. Rebuilt by Sankaracharya in 8th Century CE. Sringar as Lord Ram, due to his visit here, to do tapasya after killing of Ravana. Mystique spaces around it - Surrounded
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The last prayag where Alakananda now becomes Ganga, after meeting with Bhagirathi. Through the prayers of King Bhagirathi, the liquid love of Radha and Krishna descended in the form of River Ganga from the spiritual world to the earth. The pressure being too high, Lord Shiva took it on his
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A self manifest deity, to time immemorial. Banks of the Alakananda River She is the rakshika of 4 dham She was shifted somewhere due to which flood was caused, and then restored upon some divine messages. Her facial expressions change - child in the morning, youth in the afternoon, old
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Leaving behind the busy buzzing township of Rishikesh, we drive into the curving pathways etched out of the Shivaliks. Lower ranges of the Himalayas as they are called stand tall and consistent. 0:00 /0:10 1×
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A place of worship for many. Ganga Arti, sadhus, river, yagna... Deeply engaging our body, mind and soul in the Panchamahabhoot to it's purest form. Being a Saturday, my young son Gaurang did his offering to Shivalinga at the banks of the river.
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Rishikesh – Finding my way through the hum drum of the main city Treading downhill towards the distant river, I found my way to her banks, only to open up to a beautiful vista of mountains and the blue green Mother Ganga, who spread her ‘aanchal’ to nourish us – mayya, as
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The mercury dropped yet further, as layers of inners and outers increased the weight and volume of our bodies. Rustic tent stay with only solar light – no market, no humans, no civilization. We were now in the deep valleys of the great Himalayas. The freezing night broke into a beautiful