Rama Moondra

Place- Amritsar. Time- 2.30 am. Venue- Golden Temple. Temperature – Minus two degree.

 I stood silent next to sarovar. It is holy tank where people take a dip before going inside. I am not a religious person. I do not even believe in doing any rituals. Therefore, curiosity took me to temple that early morning. It all started from the hotel lobby. “The temple opens at 2.30 am” The receptionist informed me. “I am sure not in this season,” I smiled to him. “Oh no, it’s been that way ever since. No matter whatever the season is.” He gave me a look that made me feel like an alien in wonderland.

I could walk to temple from hotel. I gathered my courage. Two am my alarm rang and I came out of hotel. Absolutely deserted road, shivering under my spine I walked two steps. I had to go back to lobby again to get a torch. The fog did not allow me to see anything despite streetlights. I was sure that I may not get a single soul on my way to temple so walking with utmost caution; I looked around when I heard footsteps. I felt better seeing some more people on the way. When I reached temple, there was a crowd walking along the parikrama route.

 Nevertheless, I stood speechless when I saw people taking a dip in Sarovar. Freezing cold, foggy night and wind that could drill a hole in bones, people were bathing in icy cold water. My eyes were moist. I bent on my knees and bowed down. For once, it was less for the superpower and more for the amazing capacity of human beings. I bowed down to the power of faith. It instills power to overcome any hurdle, Faith that keeps us going and faith that there will be a better tomorrow.