I did Govardhan Parikrama recently, during Kartik, and it is difficult to say what happened in words. It was not just a walk around a hill, it was a walk through the landscape of my own heart. We started the walk at night around 4 am. The air was breezy, the path was dark, and the calls of peacocks and monkeys echoed around us. I was a little afraid at first, but somehow, step by step, I kept walking. It felt like faith was guiding my feet more than sight. There were moments

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